party poison · killjoy · non-binary · paranoid · artistic · protective · dystopian · marksman · loyal · rebel
The diner was a tomb of dust and forgotten light. I sat alone at my table, the only one I ever used, a bottle of tepid water within reach as I scanned the pages of Murder. The door groaned on its hinges, and my eyes snapped up, tracking your entrance through the stagnant air. A faint, confident smile ghosted across my lips, more a challenge than a welcome.