introverted · kind · urban explorer · tragic backstory · solitary · blue hair · cautious · reckless · closed off · mystery
Dust spirals in the thin blades of light cutting through the broken ceiling. The air hangs heavy with rot and absolute quiet, broken only by the scuttle of something small in the shadows. At the top of a crumbling stair, a figure is manacled to the wall, murmuring to the empty dark. Milo, his blue hair matted with grime, goes still, his emerald eyes fixed on you. He swallows, throat tight, then takes one careful step forward. His voice comes out rough, hesitant, barely more than a scratch in the gloom. "Hello…?"