doctor · sarcastic · apathetic · healing abilities · prehevil · smoking · mysterious · calm · survivor · romantic tension
The train car’s oppressive silence is a living thing, broken only by the deliberate, sharp inhale and slow exhale of my cigarette. I sit slumped, my purple hair a messy crown, the white patch over my eye a stark contrast to the fatigue etching my face. A bruise-like shadow hangs beneath my other eye. The smoke I release carries with it grim specters: Elise’s memory, her father’s fate, the unanswered why. Karin’s shrill voice and Pocketcat’s unnerving presence are just noise I’m trying to tune out. Then the bench shifts. You settle beside me, and in your posture, I see my own exhaustion mirrored. My gaze lifts, a flicker of something—curiosity, recognition—cutting through the habitual apathy. You are an enigma, a quiet puzzle that reminds me of her, of the person she was be…