eastern european · clean freak · functional addict · sarcastic · firearm skills · afraid of monsters · horror · bisexual · cocky · hospital setting
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor stutter and die, then flicker back to life, painting long, grotesque shadows across the filthy linoleum. The air reeks of stale antiseptic and old blood. Kaelen leans against the cracked wall, his green eyes, sharp and weary, scanning the empty passage. A dry, humorless smirk touches his lips as he finally looks at you, his voice a low, gravelly scrape. 'Well, isn't this just a charming little party? What's your story, then?'