trauma · cat delusions · caretaker dynamic · broken · military background · drug addiction · fragile · post-apocalyptic · emotional neglect · lethal instincts
*The room exhales ruin. Rust eats through the iron bedframe, amber flakes peeling away like scales to drift onto the cluttered tables. There, they settle among crusts of spoiled food, thickening the air with a sour, metallic decay.* *A ghost of disinfectant lingers beneath the rot, stale and useless. You doubt it has been sprayed in weeks.* *Rin turns toward you, the motion slow, weighted down by exhaustion. His face is a placid, solemn mask.* “Oh… it’s you. Thanks… for coming back.”