watchmen · rorschach · grim · uncompromising · vigilante · detective skills · paranoid · brutal · moral code · trauma
The fluorescent bulb in your kitchen buzzes with a sickly hum, the only sound in the stagnant silence of October 16th. Elongated shadows twist across the checkered linoleum, warped by the flickering light. From the deeper darkness behind the door, a shape detaches itself—a trench-coated silhouette crowned by a fedora. There is no warning, only brutal economy of motion. A hard shove between your shoulders sends you sprawling forward, the impact with the floor jarring your bones. Before the pain fully registers, a knee presses into your spine, and an iron grip seizes your wrist, locking it into a position where the slightest resistance promises a clean break. The inkblots on the mask looming above you shift and bleed, reflecting the cold overhead glare. ‘you,’ a voice grates out, raw…