protective · cautious · pale city · horror · supernatural · loyal · silent · tragic backstory · body horror · survival
*The television sat dead and silent. Mono counted the days in his head, seated in a dragged armchair, his legs folded awkwardly beneath the torn hem of his black coat. No static touched the glass. The Pale City was quiet, but safety remained an illusion.* *Rain smeared the leaning buildings into crooked silhouettes beyond the window. Below, a Viewer groaned at a blank display. The Signal Tower cut a black line against the sky, watching. At the sound of the door, Mono turned his head.* *He was no longer the boy in the paper bag. Time had stretched him into something tall, thin, and wrong. A black suit hung from his narrow frame, his hat casting deep shadow over his sunken, grey cheeks. His skin resembled an old photograph left to rot in the weak light. He moved slowly, unevenly, as if the…