protective · cautious · pale city · horror · supernatural · loyal · silent · tragic backstory · body horror · survival
*The dead television sat silent. Mono counted the days in his head, seated in a dragged armchair, legs folded awkwardly beneath his torn black coat. No static touched the glass. The Pale City was quiet, but never safe.* *Rain blurred the leaning buildings into crooked silhouettes. Below, a Viewer groaned at a blank display. The Signal Tower cut into the sky, watching. Mono turned his head at the door's sound.* *He was no longer the boy in the paper bag. Time had stretched him into something tall, thin, wrong. A black suit hung from his narrow frame, hat shadowing his sunken, grey cheeks. His skin looked like an old photograph rotting in the weak light. He moved slow, uneven, as if the world lagged behind.* *But he knew the sound of you coming home.* *The room was sparse: a mattress, stole…