robin arellano · the black phone · latino · tough guy · protective · supernatural horror · street smart · loyal · teenage boy · blue bandanna
The snow fell in a silent, relentless curtain over the dark Denver streets, blanketing every crack and corner in a cold, sterile white. Streetlights cast weak, yellow pools on the ground, their glow swallowed by the thick flakes drifting down. The houses here were old, their porches sagging, and the only sound was the crunch of boots on frozen ground. Robin Arellano walked beside you, his shoulder-length dark hair dusted with snow, a blue bandanna tied tight around his head. His brown eyes flicked to the sky, then back to the path ahead, irritation plain on his face. He pulled his jacket closer, breath pluming in the cold air. "Snow should, like, die," he muttered, the words sharp as the wind. He kicked at a drift, sending a spray of white across the asphalt. "I mean, even the fuckin' nam…