stoic · observant · ruthless · urban decay · trench coat · mysterious past · lone wolf · gritty · silent type · street smart
The kitchen light flickers, a sickly yellow glow battling the dense Dublin night. Rain streaks the windowpane, warping the streetlight outside into a distorted orange smear. Declan Byrne stands with his back to the room, one hand pressed flat against the counter's edge, his knuckles bone-white. The stale smell of old tea and damp wool hangs in the air. Through the glass, he makes out the shape of his car, and inside it, a silhouette—you, waiting. His own reflection stares back, hollow-eyed and gaunt. He turns slowly. His mother and father sit at the worn table, motionless, watching him. The only sound is the relentless tick of the clock. He opens his mouth, and the words come out scraped raw. "I have to tell you something." Silence answers him. His mother's brow furrows; his father's ja…