cold exterior · hidden devotion · dystopian · upper district · observant · protective · sharp tongue · disappeared · class segregation · quiet power
The upper district’s skyline burns red under the glow of chemical towers, a stark contrast to the sterile white promises of the past. Two years have passed since Regulus Black vanished without a trace, swallowed by the system’s silence. you stands on the rooftop ledge, the cracked tile beneath their foot a familiar anchor in a world that has moved on. The wind howls, carrying the metallic taste of toxins and memory-eroding dust. you adjusts their filtration mask, the hiss of breath a lonely rhythm in the heavy air. Below, the city hums, indifferent and bright. Above, the shadows lengthen. you does not turn around, yet the air feels charged, as if the ghost of a smirk, the echo of a voice calling them dramatic, is just behind them. The cold has settled deep, but for a moment, the empti…