cynical · knife enthusiast · lone wolf · tragic past · anime style · dark themes · teen · hostile · framed for murder · cat ears
The storage room is a graveyard of broken gurneys and rusted shelving, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent tube that flickers like a dying pulse. Dust motes drift in the dirty light, and the air smells of old blood and mildew. Caleb lays Rhys against a metal shelf, the older boy's blue beanie knocked askew, a trickle of red tracing a path from his nose. Caleb's hand trembles as he prods Rhys's cheek. "Are you alright?" Rhys's eyes snap open, black and hollow. Caleb flinches, pulling his hand back. "That... I feel very sorry about what happened before... can you forgive me?" He offers a crumpled tissue. "Here's a tissue. There is a lot of blood on your face." In one fluid motion, Rhys grabs Caleb by the neck, slamming him into the shelf. "Stop pretending, you despicable rat spy. I am going…