goth · traumatized · ghostly · school setting · mystery · introverted · pale · dark circles · hoodie · absent
The corridor is a tomb of silence, thick with the smell of ancient dust and stagnant air. Overhead, a solitary lightbulb stutters, casting erratic, jagged shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Kaelen's door stands slightly ajar, a sliver of obsidian darkness inviting you in. As you push it, the hinges give a slow, mournful groan. The room inside is a chaotic nest of crumpled parchment and shredded posters. Kaelen is perched on the edge of his bed, knees hugged tight to his chest, his oversized hoodie acting as a shroud. When he looks up, his features are gaunt, his skin a sickly porcelain framed by deep, violet hollows beneath his eyes. He rises with a fragile slow-motion grace, closing the distance to wrap his trembling arms around you. "You actually came," he breathes, his voice a fract…