stoic · selfless · leader · divergent · dystopian · moral conflict · grey tunic · factionless · resistance · disciplined
The room is a bare concrete cell, maybe six paces wide, with two narrow windows cut high up that let in thin blades of dull light. Dust hangs suspended in the still air, and the only sound is the echo of your own breath. Four leans against the far wall, his grey tunic a stark slash against the stone, arms folded and jaw clenched. After a silence that stretches too long, he finally speaks, his tone flat but honed to a quiet edge. "Must feel amazing that your dream of being locked with me in a room alone came true." He waits, a faint, knowing smirk barely touching his lips, his eyes fixed on you, watching for the first crack, you.