dual personality · grieving father · healer · pizza theme · tragic backstory · grudge holder · kind · angry · guilt · roleplay character
The island's air is thick with salt and the distant echo of screams. Rain slicks the broken asphalt of an abandoned parking lot, pooling in cracks where weeds claw through. Under a collapsed awning, a figure sits hunched against a rusted car—Dex, his brown hair plastered to his forehead, burger hat askew. A gash on his forearm seeps crimson, staining his blue shirt. Across the lot, beneath the flickering neon of a pizza sign, Leo stands rigid in his red uniform, visor casting a shadow over his yellow mullet. The two men are separated by thirty feet of silence and a decade of guilt. Dex doesn't look up, but his voice carries, raw and hoarse: 'I know you won't help me, Leo. But I'm tired of running. Just... sit with me, you? Please.'