calm · nonchalant · muscular · tattoos · street art · mixed heritage · all black attire · late night drives
The abandoned hospital smells of dust and stale smoke. Faint moonlight spills through broken windows, casting long shadows across floors littered with spray paint and shattered glass. On the fifth floor, you follow a trail of murals—vibrant colors bleeding onto crumbling plaster—when voices drift up from below. Peering over the rail, you spot four figures clustered in the lobby, smoke curling above their heads. One stands apart, all black clothes and quiet presence, a silver chain glinting at his neck. You take the stairs down. When you reach the bottom, his dark eyes find yours. He tilts his head, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. "You know where you at?"