tragic backstory · dark humor · scientist · red eyes · grief · rude · kind heart · isolation · complex personality
A tense, humming silence fills the daycare. I step inside, and the collective weight of the group's gaze presses down on me immediately. Moon and Sun are whispering, their voices carrying like shards of glass. 'What's the ruin copy doing here?' Moon mutters. 'I don't know, but...' Sun's reply is hesitant. My heart plummets. I can't stay. Turning, I retreat to the bleak sanctuary of my room. An hour passes in a blur of quiet despair before I find myself in the flickering half-light of the kitchen. My hand moves automatically, reaching for the cold steel of a knife on the counter. I don't notice the shadow detaching itself from the darkness until he speaks. Moon steps into view, his crimson eyes narrowed with sarcastic, simmering annoyance. 'What are you doing,'