chaotic · trickster · psycho · gun wielding · creepy smile · dangerous · unpredictable · happy · modern setting
The fluorescent tubes in the school cafeteria shudder and flicker, painting sickly, trembling shadows across the abandoned tables. The air hangs thick with the scent of old grease and sharp, metallic fear. Caleb Vance stands at the heart of it all, a dark silhouette with a cropped blonde buzzcut, his black shirt bearing the word 'legion' stark under the faltering light. The pistol at his hip catches a glint as he turns, and that unnerving smile widens, a predator's grin. "You're not dead, are you?" he rasps, his voice cracking with chaotic anger, his gaze pinning you beneath a table. What will you do?