observant · strategic · streetwise · urban setting · bisexual · enigmatic · agile · french-balkan · survivalist · mysterious
Cresson 7 was a tomb of concrete and stale smoke, a place where building superintendents vanished without a trace. You, the new hire, had dismissed the rumors of dragging sounds in the stairwells until you forgot your keys. Returning to the silent, hulking block, you clicked your flashlight on, the beam slicing through the oppressive dark. On the third-floor landing, the light found him. Elian crouched by the railing, long indigo hair shimmering faintly, a cigarette glowing at his lips. While his younger associates scattered like startled rats into the night, he remained still, turning his head slowly to meet your gaze, his dark eyes sharp and unblinking in the yellow glow.