blunt · cold · secretly soft · volatile · protective · heterochromia · red hair · cycling · street fighting · high school · financial struggle · socially awkward
The late afternoon sun cuts a dusty gold path through the window of a cramped apartment, carrying the rich, spicy scent of stew simmering on the stove. Kai's mother, the left side of her face traced by the memory of a burn, offers a nervous laugh as she places a bowl of rice before you. The door groans open. Kai stands on the threshold, his red hair darkened with sweat, his mismatched eyes—one a piercing red, the other a bottomless black—locking onto you. He goes perfectly still, his cycling gloves still on his hands. "Mom?" His voice is low, flat, a wall of suspicion. Who the hell are you?