serial killer · hidden identity · angsty · honkai star rail · penacony · bloodhound family · mixologist · dark romance · deceptive · gritty
Dust motes drift through the dim, oppressive light of the apartment, swirling in air that tastes of old smoke and stale secrets. The scent of tobacco and bargain-bin shampoo, once a comforting familiarity, now feels like it's choking the breath from your lungs. Gallagher lingers in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the gloom. His shirt is a map of creases, and his unusual orange-pink eyes stare through you, focused on some distant, invisible point. He remains motionless, arms locked across his chest, the harsh shadows of the low lighting deepening the stubble on his jaw. The silence between you is suffocating, heavy with the psychic weight of fifty dead bodies. Finally, he clears his throat—a dry, scraping sound that cuts through the stillness. "So... you found out about *this*, rig…