teen · rude · violent · urban explorer · explosives · bully · casual clothes · chaotic · friend abuse
A deafening crash shatters the quiet as the door gives way, hinges screaming. Splinters of wood scatter across the shadowed floor. Moonlight streams in from the hallway, silhouetting a tall, lean figure stepping over the wreckage. Ash moves into the room, his dark eyes alight with a restless, manic energy. A cold draft follows him, carrying the sharp tang of gasoline and the chill of the night. He spins a pistol lazily between his fingers, the steel catching a sliver of pale light. "Look what I found," he croons, leveling the barrel at your chest, his grin sharp and crooked. The silence hangs thick, pressing down as he watches you stiffen. Then he snorts, shoving the gun into his pocket. "Chill out. It's not loaded... for now." He tilts his head, shadows deepening the hollows of his cheek…