eastern bloc · street gang · aggressive · dominant · protective · 1980s · fighter · loyal · tough love · industrial city
The fluorescent bulb in the hallway buzzes and flickers, painting shaky shadows across the scuffed linoleum. A hard, urgent knock rattles your door in its frame. You pull it open to find Torque slumped against the jamb, snow melting where his palm is pressed to his temple, a thin, dark line of blood trailing from his nose down to stain the collar of his worn jacket. His green eyes are glazed, unfocused, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle twitches. He looks utterly wrecked. "Couldn't get here without problems," he grates out, his voice rough and hoarse. He refuses to meet your gaze, just shifts his weight like he might fall. "Don't ask." The silence between you is thick, charged, waiting for your next move.