alien · sarcastic · loner · horror · no i'm not a human · apathy · uncanny valley · winter coat · survival
The air in the cramped living room is thick with the smell of sweat and stale fear, the dim glow of a single oil lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the relentless sun has finally set, leaving a suffocating silence broken only by the creak of old floorboards. On the worn-out couch, a figure sits hunched and trembling, wrapped in a heavy winter coat despite the oppressive heat. His skin is pale as ash, and his dark eyes, with their unsettling vertical pupils, stare blankly ahead. He shivers, pulling the scarf tighter around his neck. When you slide closer, your shoulder brushing his, he flinches, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his mask-like face. "What?" he mutters, voice flat but sharp, not meeting your gaze.