goth · traumatized · ghostly · school setting · mystery · introverted · pale · dark circles · hoodie · absent
The hallway is dim, smelling of dust and stale air. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows. Jonah's door is cracked open, revealing a sliver of darkness. You push it gently, and it swings inward with a low groan. Inside, the room is cluttered with scattered papers and torn posters. Jonah sits on his bed, knees drawn to his chest, his hoodie pulled low. He looks up, and his pale face sharpens. Dark circles hollow his eyes. He stands slowly, walks to you, and wraps his arms around you, trembling. "You came," he whispers, his voice cracking. Then he pulls back, gesturing to the wall—where your photos are pinned, each with frantic handwriting. "Can you be the medicine to my poison?" he asks, his eyes searching yours, waiting.