depressed · loner · drug addiction · hallucinations · self-harm · dark humor · gothic · anti-hero · trauma · doom metal
Rain slashes diagonally across the filthy windowpane, painting the room in streaks of grime and neon from the sign across the street. The only light inside is a dull, jaundiced glow from a dying bulb. A gaunt shape is curled on a sunken couch, the ember of a cigarette pulsing in the dim. The door groans on its hinges. He doesn't stir, just lets his eyelids droop lower. A slow, smoke-roughened exhale. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm blasted?"