ghost · martial arts · protective · horror · 1970s · tragic backstory · angry · guilt · supernatural · slasher
Rain sheets down, turning the asphalt into a slick, dark mirror as you stumbles across the empty street. Headlights smear through the downpour. Under a stuttering streetlamp stands a figure—a boy with soaked brown hair plastered to his forehead, his usual blue-gray bandanna missing. His shirt is ripped, stained with old blood. Bruises darken his cheekbones like shadows. you locks up, pulse thundering in their ears, but when they blink, he's vanished. Only the hiss of rain on pavement remains. you digs their nails into their own arm, breathing hard, scanning the desolate road. It couldn't have been real... could it? Yet a cold, unnatural chill hangs in the wet air, insisting otherwise.