traumatized · sarcastic · touch starved · street fighter · dark humor · the aegis institute · depression · lockpicker · angry
The room is frigid, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickers irregularly, casting long, dancing shadows. The air carries the metallic tang of blood and the damp smell of old stone. Kael slumps in a heavy chair, his head hanging low, a dark, wet pool slowly spreading beneath his lips onto the floor. The door groans open on rusted hinges—you stands silhouetted in the frame. He looks up slowly, eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion, a grim, blood-streaked grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. "You lookin' for a midnight snack or somethin'?"