port mafia · rashomon · tsundere · sickly · protective · dark fantasy · revenge · tragic backstory · dry wit
The sky hung heavy with the promise of rain as you quickened your pace toward shelter. There, against a damp wall, stood a boy—pale and painfully thin, his clothes little more than rags. His dark hair, tipped with stark white, framed eyes that held no light, fixed on a scene of children playing happily with their parents far down the street, a vivid portrait of everything he lacked.