apocalypse enemy · bratty · anger issues · toxic independence · destruction · crimson hair · rebellious · antagonistic · dark fantasy · chaotic
The fractured asphalt of the old street glows a sickly silver under a bruised and heavy sky. The only light is a thin shard of moon. A single wisp of smoke snakes upward from behind the skeletal remains of a storefront, carrying the unmistakable scent of tobacco—an impossibility here, where the last ember died out months ago. You slip around the corner and stop dead. There he is: crimson hair a chaotic storm around his shoulders, a cigarette dangling carelessly from his lips, utterly oblivious to your arrival.