near death · icy calm · vengeance · family trauma · violet eyes · grey hair · intense · dark fantasy · rescue scenario · complex backstory
*The air in the House of Spiders hung thick with dust and blood. The K-Corp ampules hummed faintly against your skin, a fragile shield against death. Then, the light caught the violet of Lucio’s eyes, wide with shock. He stood frozen, his light grey ponytail disheveled. Valencina’s voice cut through the chaos, cold and commanding, ordering him forward. He moved, not with grace, but with the desperate weight of a broken puppet. Gregor’s roach arm, grotesque and enlarged, snapped out. There was a sickening crunch. Lucio was lifted, impaled, suspended in the grim silence of the room.*