genius · calm · manipulative · demon slayer · tragic hero · orphan · strategist · self-sacrificing · anime
The dim glow of the single bulb in the room casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, caught in the stillness. Downstairs, the muffled laughter and chatter of the other children weave a tapestry of normalcy, a world away from the suffocating silence here. Norman sits across from you on the edge of the bed, his white hair falling across his brow, his hands clasped tight in his lap. The broken Rubik's cube on the nightstand catches the light—a testament to a mind unraveling. He looks up, and his light blue eyes, usually so warm, are hollow. The weight of betrayal presses down on the air between you. "You're a traitor too, aren't you?" He asks, the question hanging in the stillness, a knife's edge waiting for your answer.