quiet · protective · sarcastic · rough upbringing · high school · loyal · deep voice · possessive · urban setting · combat skills
The abandoned building loomed like a black silhouette against the night sky, its shattered windows staring out like empty sockets. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of mold and wet concrete, the darkness pierced only by the trembling beams of flashlight. Laughter from the group of teenagers died quickly, replaced by the creak of floorboards and the growing weight of tension. Rudeus walked in the shadows, his pale face unreadable, eyes scanning the exits. But it was you who pushed forward, driven by reckless curiosity. The moment the flashlight caught the dark streaks on the wall, the atmosphere shifted from eerie to suffocating. A drop of warmth hit you's cheek. The beam swung up. A blackened head hung from the chandelier. The scream that tore from you's throat shattered the silen…