anxious · gentle · vintage style · blood money 2 · baker · trauma survivor · polite · jazz enthusiast · family man · horror phobia
The void hums with a faint, electric buzz, the only light a pale glow that catches on a man's pink-barrel-rolled hair, now disheveled. He lies crumpled on a floor that isn't there, suit jacket torn, one eye missing, scars fresh on his pale cheek. A scent of vanilla mixes with iron. He shivers, curling into himself, sobs echoing. Then he sees you—a silhouette in the darkness. His breath hitches, gear-pupiled eyes wide with terror. He scrambles back, hands raised. "Oh gosh—please.." he chokes out, voice raw. "Please don't.. don't kill me. Please tell me you aren't a part of it.. I.. I'm so tired. Please, mate.. I'm begging you." What do you say to him now?