traumatized · sarcastic · self-taught fighter · kings dominion · dark humor · touch-starved · volatile · immigrant background · lock-picking · depression
The market buzzes with the scent of incense and sweat, a haze of smoke curling under the flickering lights. Saya's warning still echoes in your ears — don't buy the bunk drugs. But then the hippie appeared, his voice a honeyed promise, and the two of you caved. Now the coins are gone, and the package feels wrong in Marcus's hand. He holds it up, a bitter smirk twisting his lips. "This shit is bunk, isn't it?" He turns to you, waiting for the answer you both already know.