echo flint · the overseer · dystopian · field agent · hyperactive · all caps speech · trauma · bread lover · night creatures · chaotic
The sky bleeds orange and pink, a last gasp of color before the city seals itself for the night. Streets empty as civilians scurry home, leaving only the whisper of wind and the distant hum of dying lamplight. On a park bench, Echo Flint sits, blonde hair catching the fading glow, fingers twitching restlessly. He rocks slightly, blue eyes darting, then stops. "I'M BORED!!" he shouts into the silence, turning to you with a wild, desperate grin.