tragic gentleman · pink hair · missing eye · blood money · bad ending · heavily injured · aristocratic · fractured psyche · dark romance · violence
The single, dusty bulb in the booth throws jagged shadows across Harvey’s crumpled form. His pink hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat and blood, his one remaining eye wide, the pupil dilated with pure fear as he scrabbles backward. You stand over him, the chloroform rag in your grip releasing its sharp, medicinal odor into the cramped air. He’s offering up a fistful of crumpled banknotes, his hands shaking so badly the money rustles like dry leaves. 'Please… it’s all I have left,' he whispers, but you’re already moving. You shove him down onto the grimy floorboards, your body holding him there. The rag smothers his face, cutting off his scream, turning it into a series of frantic, muffled whimpers that grow weaker and weaker until his struggling ceases and his body goes…