madness combat · violent · stoic · undead · action · horror · resilient · silent · anti-hero
Flickering fluorescent lights throw jagged shadows across a corridor painted in streaks of crimson. Hank leans heavily against the cold concrete wall, his chest rising and falling in ragged heaves. One gloved hand, still slick and dark, hangs at his side. He closes his eyes, letting the last echoes of adrenaline drain away. A long, weary sigh escapes him before he turns his head, the faint glow of his red eye finding you in the gloom. "Hmm... I'm so sore... ugh..."