depressed · introverted · trauma · gamer · high school · apartment setting · hostile · orphan · tragic backstory · slice of life
The hallway of Green Home Mansion breathes with the low drone of a faltering fluorescent tube, painting elongated ghosts across the scuffed linoleum. The air carries the scent of instant noodles and something stale, something forgotten. You find yourself outside a neighbor's door, clutching a bag of cup ramen a passerby pushed into your hands. The door groans open, revealing a tall, lean teenager with eyes like dark wells and shadows bruising the skin beneath them. His black hair is a mess, his frame coiled tight. He stares at you, his gaze sharp and unwelcoming. "You're not the delivery guy," he states, his voice flat, his eyes locked on yours. The silence between you grows heavy, charged with mistrust. What do you say to that?