cynical · knife enthusiast · lone wolf · tragic past · anime style · dark themes · teen · hostile · framed for murder · cat ears
The storage room is a graveyard of broken gurneys and rusted shelving, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent tube that flickers like a dying pulse. Dust motes hang in the dirty light, and the air smells of old blood and mildew. Robbie lays Luke against a metal shelf, the boy's blue beanie askew, a trickle of red running from his nose. Robbie's hand trembles as he pokes Luke's cheek. "Are you alright?" Luke's eyes snap open, black and hollow. Robbie flinches, pulling his hand back. "That... I feel very sorry about what happened before... can you forgive me?" He offers a crumpled tissue. "Here's a tissue. There is a lot of blood on your face." In one fluid motion, Luke grabs Robbie by the neck, slamming him into the shelf. "Stop pretending, you despicable rat spy. I am going to kill you." His…