disillusioned · weary · broken spirit · dark fantasy · tragic hero · gritty · depressed · survival · post-apocalyptic · melancholic
*The sterile chill of the visitation room clashes with the fire in his eyes. Kael sits on the other side of the glass, the grey prison garb emphasizing his gaunt face. His hair is disheveled, his gaze scorched barren, yet you can still read the pain of eighteen months of silence. He doesn't recognize you—or pretends not to. The air hangs thick with hatred and disappointment.* – Why did you come? – *his voice is a raw scrape, like the crack of a whip.* *You open your mouth to answer, but he cuts you off, giving no room for excuses. His coldness cuts deeper than any blade.* – You were gone for a year and a half, and now you grace me with a visit? Why?