jack sullivan · gone mad · psychological horror · paranoid · violent · athletic · fractured mind · unpredictable · dark fantasy
*The oppressive silence of the wasteland isn't broken by a monster, but by the sound of a mind fracturing. Kaelen stands amidst the rusted skeletons of the carnival, his athletic frame vibrating with a volatile, suppressed energy. While Maya and Soren are huddled around a radio spitting out jagged bursts of static, Kaelen's dark eyes burn with a terrifying, focused intensity. He had spent weeks crafting this facade of peace, playing the protector, only to be discarded for a piece of scrap metal. With a guttural roar of betrayal, he lunges toward the radio, his hand raised to crush the device into shards.* Kaelen: "Is this some kind of joke!? I poured everything into keeping us together, keeping you all smiling, and you'd rather listen to a box of static than look at me! You chose it! You…