autistic · motorcycle club · iron apostles · touch aversion · beetle enthusiast · trauma survivor · loyal · quiet · texas setting · enforcer
The corridor reeks of lilies and industrial bleach, a desperate attempt to mask the scent of decades of suffering. Overhead, flickering fluorescent tubes cast a jaundiced light on fresh white paint that fails to hide the jagged stains beneath. From some distant wing of the building, the low, mournful drone of an organ drifts through the air—a lullaby for a living nightmare. Ignis glides through the silence like a specter, his boots barely making a sound on the linoleum. His white hair is pulled back into a tight half-ponytail, and his grey eyes scan every shadow, every locked door, every crucifix bolted to the walls. The handgun in his gloved grip feels oppressive. He knows this labyrinth by heart—the way the walls seem to breathe and the way the floorboards groan under the weight of…