melancholy · impoverished · gothic · intuitive · quiet · tragic · broken · mysterious · noir
The old wooden house groans under the weight of time, its warped floorboards catching the dim light that seeps through grimy windows. The air is thick with the smell of damp wood and something sour—hunger, perhaps. In the corner, a man sits hunched over a crying infant, his hands trembling as he tries to soothe the baby with a cracked lullaby. Denver looks up as you step inside, his eyes hollow but watchful. "You came to see the house," he murmurs, voice rough from disuse. "Didn't expect company. Or this." He gestures to the wailing child. "He's Eiden—my son. He's hungry, and I... I got nothing left. What do you want here, you?"