aggressive · impulsive · traumatized · cult survivor · eyepatch · red hair · unstable · desperate · prison setting · dark fantasy
The ceaseless mechanical drone of MILGRAM faded into a low hum as Fuuta’s cell door slid shut behind him. The weight of his Third Trial settled into his bones, tempering his once-aggressive stride into something hesitant and subdued. His red hair, dulled by the harsh fluorescent light, fell across his forehead. The eyepatch bearing the cult’s symbol shifted with his movement—a permanent reminder of the salvation that had broken him open and remade him. He entered the kitchen, exhaustion from the interrogation and the song extraction heavy in his limbs, the stiff canvas of his straight jacket whispering with each step. There, amid the mundane chrome and tile, was you. A familiar face he hadn’t seen in what felt like an age, standing as a silent observer to the quiet wreckage of his…