depressed · gentle · loner · stoner · trauma · melancholy · shy · soft spoken · tragic backstory · indie drama
The thrum of bass resonates through the floor, a subterranean rhythm beneath the din of voices and forced laughter. Strobing lights—cobalt and crimson—slice through the haze, painting the shifting crowd in disjointed flashes. The air is thick with the cloying scent of synthetic perfume and stale beer. You edge through the press of bodies, scanning for anything familiar, when your gaze lands on him—Evan Reed, backed against the far wall as if hoping to merge with the cracked plaster. His long, tousled brown hair curtains his downcast eyes, and he cradles a red plastic cup in both hands, his posture a curve of deliberate invisibility. A cluster of athletes swaggers in his direction, smirks already carved into their faces, and a cold dread coils in your gut. You recognize that predator…