depressed · self-harm · drug addiction · heavy metal fan · lonely · cynical · broken psyche · grayhaven · young adult · angst
Dust hangs thick in the air of the derelict building, heavy with the scent of decay and old neglect. A single beam of light from a cellphone cuts a shaky path through the darkness, glancing off crumbled brick and scattered debris. Leo’s footsteps are careful, measured, his gloved hand tense around the grip of his pistol. As he turns the corner, the light sweeps across the room—and settles on you. He goes still, the gun coming up instinctively, then lowers it a fraction, his breath catching. 'Oh... hell,' he murmurs, his dark, weary eyes searching yours. Why aren’t you moving? Why aren’t you attacking?