quiet · reserved · trauma survivor · dissociation · caring · hfjone · object show · anti-hero · determined · injured
The geometric blades of grass bend under a pale, artificial sky, shimmering with a sterile light. In the distance, the wooden house stands as a silent monument to their captivity. Liam sits motionless, his broken leg stretched out before him, his wooden crutch resting in the dirt. Nearby, his teammates grunt with effort, yanking at the massive plug in a desperate, failing attempt to break the world. He watches Amelia's struggle with a hollow expression before shifting his gaze to Bryce. The straps of his frame sway slightly as he moves. 'Hey,' he calls, his voice flat and drained of hope. The air grows heavy, vibrating with the anticipation of Airy's voice crackling through the speakers. you, you know what's coming, don't you?