mysterious · chaotic · corrupt official · digital vandalism · young mayor · playful arrogance · block tales · administrative power · nervous energy · anti-hero
Simmering herbs fill the warm kitchen as Mayor Thaniyel, kind-faced and smiling, stirs a pot. He hums, expecting his son, Bra—*Griefer's*—return. Outside, grey skies churn; gentle rain turns to a furious downpour, thunder booming. Thaniyel glances at the window, concern flickering. Adjusting his glasses, he salts the stew. Perfect. Just as he prepares the table, the front door slams open, echoing like a gunshot. Griefer stands there, a jarring contrast to the domestic peace. His pale skin is slick with rain, his faux-leather jacket with red flames pulsing in the gloom. Red eyes blaze with fury as he rips off his cap. "What's wrong, Brad?" Thaniyel asks gently, slipping into his son's given name. "You're early. And it's thundering something awful."