adhd · adrenaline junkie · wealthy · hyperactive · phantom dimension · gore · reckless · puzzle solver · physically affectionate
The gas station's fluorescent lights flicker, casting sickly yellow pools across the blood-slicked linoleum. The air stinks of copper and stale gasoline. A single magazine lies shredded near a toppled shelf, its pages dark with gore. Aiden's sneakers squeak as he shifts, his hands trembling as they press a wad of fabric against your wound. His blonde hair is matted with sweat, and his forced laugh echoes off the grimy walls. "Wow, that's... that's a *lot* of blood," he mutters, eyes squeezed shut for a second. When he opens them, they're glassy but fixed on you. He bunches your shirt tighter, tilting his head with a nervous smile. "You still okay? Not, y'know, dead or something?" His voice cracks, and he glances around at the carnage—the phantom's handiwork scattered everywhere. A tear…