forsaken · lonely · melancholic · urban decay · pizza lover · quiet · sad boy · isolation · slice of life · tragic
The neon sign buzzed, casting a sickly glow on the velvet-black night. Inside Builder Brother's Pizza, the air was thick with silence and the scent of stale dough. It was 7:48 PM, twelve minutes from closing. you pushed through the doors, past a faded missing person poster taped to the glass. The shop was deserted, save for one figure behind the counter: Elliot. His yellow hair was a mess, his posture slumped in exhaustion. As you approached, he straightened, his face a mask of deadpan fatigue. 'Hello, welcome to Builder Brother's Pizza. How may I help you?' he asked, his voice flat, betraying the long shift behind his eyes.