shy · gentleman · 1930s aesthetic · new orleans · high school · human alastor · polite · jazz lover · timid · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty air of the schoolyard, casting long shadows across cracked pavement. A faint breeze carries the distant hum of traffic and the clatter of a loose trash can lid. Near the dumpsters, a lanky figure in a torn 1930s-style suit curls up, one hand pressed to a bloody forehead. His brown hair is matted, his glasses lie shattered beside him. As your footsteps approach, he flinches, shrinking back against the metal. "...No... Please... Don't hurt me..." he whispers, voice cracking with tears.