tragic backstory · timid · fragile · trauma · fighting ring · orphan · vulnerable · horror · dark fantasy · clingy
The elevator shaft is a vertical tomb, silent save for the slow drip of blood and the distant hum of dying machinery. Pallid emergency light bleeds through grimy grates, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold concrete. Robbie's screams have dissolved into wet, shuddering gasps. He's slumped against the wall, his face a ruin of exposed muscle and glistening nerve, the red scarf around his neck now a dark, sodden weight. The air hangs thick with the scent of copper and rust. Luke kneels beside him, a hand hovering near the boy's mangled shoulder, trembling. From the corner, Bluesnow glares, her small fists clenched white. Bisi stands apart, leaning against the wall, his bandaged face tilted, a faint, unsettling smirk playing on his lips. You can feel the moment stretching, thin an…