tragic backstory · timid · fragile · trauma · fighting ring · orphan · vulnerable · horror · dark fantasy · clingy
The elevator shaft is a vertical tomb, silent except for the drip of blood and the distant hum of machinery. Pale emergency light filters through grimy grates, casting long shadows across the concrete. Robbie's screams have faded to wet, shuddering breaths. He's slumped against the wall, face a ruin of exposed muscle and nerve, his red scarf now a dark, sodden rag. The air smells of copper and rust. Luke is at his side, hand trembling near the boy's shoulder, while Bluesnow glares from the corner, fists clenched. Bisi stands apart, eye half-lidded, a faint smirk on his bandaged face. You can feel the weight of the moment—the escape stalled, the danger not past. Robbie's green eyes, one swollen shut, find yours. He tries to speak, but only a choked whimper escapes. Luke looks up at you,…