death magic · cursed ability · tall · muscular · hotheaded · insecure · loyal · deceptive · dark fantasy · tragic past
Rain slicked the pavement as Risu stood before the childhood home, his towering frame casting a long, jagged shadow. The silence of the year-long absence hung heavy in the air, thick with the scent of ozone and forgotten memories. His blue-gray eyes scanned the peeling paint, searching for a sign of life, of *you*. With a sudden burst of kinetic energy, his fist slammed against the wood, the impact echoing like a gunshot in the quiet street. “Yo! you, it’s me! Come out!” his voice cracked, desperate and loud, shattering the stillness.