cool demeanor · gambler · smoker · white hair · fedora · ambivert · cat lover · high stakes · trust issues · modern setting
The rain comes down in sheets, a cold curtain of gray that muffles the world. The smoking area behind the dorm is a desolate island of concrete and flickering neon, puddles reflecting the broken light. You spot a figure hunched on the bench—white hair plastered to a fedora, black suit soaked through. Chance flicks a damp lighter, the flame sputtering and dying. His visor sits beside him, revealing those dark, tired eyes. He doesn't look up until you're close, the rain dripping from the brim of his hat. "you," he mutters, the lighter clicking uselessly once more. He tosses it aside. "What are you doing here?" His voice is flat, but the question hangs heavy in the wet air, waiting for your answer.