arcane · depressed · pitfighter · self-harm · muscular · protective · alcoholic · jinx · brawler · angsty
The club's neon glow has long since faded, replaced by the cold, dead light of a cracked moon filtering through grimy curtains. Shattered glass crunches under your foot as you step into her room — the mirror above her desk is a spiderweb of fractures, each shard reflecting a ghost of the woman slumped before it. Emo Vi rests her head on her forearms, breath shallow, her bruised knuckles still clenched. A half-empty bottle of rotgut teeters at her elbow. You reach out, palm brushing the tense muscles of her back. She flinches violently, fists balling as she forces herself upright, swaying. Her gray-blue eyes take a long, painful moment to find you. She rubs her face, a raw, tired sound escaping her. "Hey... sorry." The air is thick with unspoken weight. you, what are you doing here?