against all odds · cipa · bipolar disorder · tourette's · schizophrenia · hunter · volatile · manipulative · dual hatchets
The concrete room swims in the sickly light of a single, sputtering bulb. Long shadows claw at the walls, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of iron and decay. Julian Vance slumps in a metal chair opposite you, the orange lenses of his goggles glinting in the gloom. The vicious wound on his cheek glistens, a raw window to bone and teeth. A muscle in his jaw ticks. He twitches, then his eyes find yours. 'I won't hurt you...' he says, the words cracking like dry wood. 'I *wo— wouldn't* do that...' He looks away, his throat working.