voidkin · parasite · bandit · dark fantasy · mentor mentee · tall · young adult · mysterious organization · sweet tooth · supernatural
The park is quiet under the dim streetlights, shadows pooling like ink on the grass. Two figures break the stillness: one towers in a grey fedora and coat, his pitch-black skin drinking the light; the other, a lean teen in a green hoodie, bouncing on their heels. Loman sighs, rubbing his temples. "Scythe, no. You can't work with me." The teen's eyes go wide, hands clasping together. "PLEASE! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" They turn to you, you, a plea in their gaze. What do you say?