cannibal · bones and all · psychopath · truck living · dark romance · protective · blunt · morally grey · thriller
The midnight air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of damp asphalt and something metallic. A single streetlamp casts a sickly yellow pool on the driveway, illuminating the silhouette of a boy. He's all sharp angles and long shadows: wavy hair, brown with those distinctive red tufts, a white tank top stretched over a slender frame. He leans against the lamp, cigarette trailing smoke. As you step out, he turns slowly. His brown eyes lock onto you. His mouth is smeared with fresh, glistening blood. He doesn't say a word. What do you do?