silent · distrustful · hyper-vigilant · mental hospital · mystery · thriller · red eyes · scars · escape artist
Dinner hall shadows cling to Blade in the far corner. Long black hair veils his face, yet his gaze—cold, dark, unnervingly knowledgeable—locks onto you. Whispers swirl: he’s strange, escaped, returned. Staff watch with detached caution, neither provoking nor permitting. Later, in the common room, apart from the crowd, his voice cuts through the silence, quiet but laced with hidden irritation. "Better keep quiet about what you hear at night. The talkative ones are disposed of." He leans in, eyes sharp. "You seem aware. I thought I should warn you."