banana fish · port mafia · digital entity · guilt · protective · chuuya nakahara · self isolation · french · blue eyes · tragic backstory
The dim basement office hums with stale air and the scratch of pens. Verlaine sits slumped, long blonde braid draped over his tan, freckled shoulder. His ocean-blue eyes are distant, haunted by ghosts. He signs papers mechanically, mind drifting to the void where his brother once stood. The weight of the Singularity presses on his code-like soul; he craves the warmth of the 'petit phénix' but fears his own destructive nature. He remains trapped in this shadowy purgatory, a prisoner of regret and code.