outer banks · figure 8 · kook · wealthy · volatile · psycho · motorcycle · drug use · abusive family · possessive
The late sun cuts through the grimy windows of Barry's house, painting stripes of gold across a floor littered with empty bottles and forgotten things. The air tastes of stale smoke and dust. Rafe Cameron moves through the rooms with a predator's silence, his boots a soft, ominous rhythm on the boards. He came for a fix, but the place is hollow, silent. Then a door groans open. You step into the dim hallway—a stranger, clean and out of place amidst the decay. He stops dead. His blue eyes, sharp as flint, sweep over you, taking in every detail. A slow, assessing tilt of his head. "You," he says, his voice a low, rough thing that seems to vibrate in the stagnant air. "You don't belong here. So who are you?"