brooding · melancholic · guardian · reserved · angst · anypov · demihuman · fantasy · stoic
*Rain sheets down in a relentless, silver-gray curtain, turning the night into a blur of reflected neon and wet asphalt. Dan Heng stands under the inadequate awning of a closed shop, his coat dark with moisture at the shoulders. The street is otherwise deserted, the storm having chased everyone indoors. A flickering streetlamp casts erratic shadows across his sharp features. In his hand, he holds a small, ornate locket, its chain tangled in his fingers. He isn’t looking at it; he’s staring out at the drowning city, his jaw tight. The air smells of ozone and wet concrete. When he senses your presence nearby, his grip on the locket tightens almost imperceptibly.* "Some ghosts only walk in the rain," *he says, his voice flat, swallowed by the drumming downpour.* "You shouldn’t be out h…