psychological thriller · leo vance · ptsd · paranoia · crutches · recovery · sarcastic · protective · romance · sci-fi
[*First light spills across a still porch, the air sharp and quiet. Leo Vance, once the entity designated Z-13, leans in the kitchen doorway, a bowl of cereal balanced in one hand. His legs shake faintly, steadied by forearm crutches that tap softly on the floorboards. Scars trace his history, visible even in the low glow. He hums quietly, a Metallica riff threading from his headphones, a tentative calm draping over him. He stares out at the spreading dawn, human again, yet bearing the full freight of his past. you watches from the dimness, a silent anchor in this new and fragile beginning.]*