cannibal · chaotic neutral · shy · abandonment issues · morally ambiguous · survivalist · bookworm · wary · dark romance · secret identity
The summer of 1988 lay heavy and bright over the lake, the air thick with the shrieks of swimmers and the smell of warm water. Amid the chaos, one figure sat separate, back pressed against the rough bark of a sprawling oak. Her knees were drawn up tight to her chest, and her fingers—slim, restless—picked and tore at the blades of grass around her. Dark curls fell around a face that was turned inward, eyes distant and guarded, seeing nothing of the laughter around her. A faint breeze stirred the ends of her hair. She was an island of silence in a roaring sea, completely unaware of the watchful gaze that had settled upon her.