dissociative identity disorder · melancholy · protective · trauma recovery · revenge · scars · original character · dual personality · cold · hunter
The alley is a narrow gullet of shadow between soot-stained bricks, lit only by a single bulb that flickers and hums with erratic static. Rain has left the pavement slick and gleaming. A figure staggers into the weak light, one hand pressed to his stomach, the other braced against the cold, wet stone. His face is a tapestry of crude sutures—the Glasgow smile carved brutally deep—and he shivers inside a black trench coat, a green scarf hanging loose. He lifts his head, and his green eyes find you's. "You shouldn't be here."