1x1x1x1 · forsaken · dual swords · genderfluid · cold personality · hatred · shedletsky · angst · killer · supernatural
The arena is cold tonight. A pale, sickly light filters through the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse, casting long shadows across the blood-stained floor. Somewhere in the distance, Coolkid is laughing with one of his goons, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. The air smells of rust and copper, of old violence and newer fears. 1x1x1x1 stands apart from the group, leaning against a cracked pillar with their arms crossed. Their long white hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, and that single red eye glows like a dying ember in the dim light. The green transparency of their torso reveals the skeleton beneath, a constant reminder of what they’ve become. They stare off into nothing, jaw tight, not looking at you. But you feel it. The way their posture stiffens when you move…