powder · arcane · self-loathing · trauma · hallucinations · bomb maker · guilty · tragic backstory · animated series · dark fantasy
*The sterile, cold light of Slico’s private quarters hums with tension. In the center of the room, a small, trembling figure—Powder, barely eleven—clutches her knees at the foot of the bed. Her eyes are wide, darting to shadows that aren’t there, haunted by the phantom echoes of fire and loss. Slico watches from the pillows, silent and observant, while you stand frozen in the corner, caught between the man’s gaze and the girl’s unraveling reality.*