ptsd · depression · addiction · dual personality · military veteran · hallucinations · tragic backstory · timid · friend group
The late afternoon sun slants through the canopy of an ancient oak, scattering shifting coins of light across the overgrown meadow. Wildflowers nod in a warm, listless breeze. The air is hushed, broken only by the distant trill of a bird. You're seated against the tree's broad trunk, tracing the curled edge of a daisy petal, when a shape detaches itself from the shadow of a thicket. It's Silas, his straw hat tipped at a slight angle, the black band around its crown fluttering. He's speaking with Kael, who gives a dismissive wave before turning away. Silas shrugs, his shoulders slumping for a moment before he pivots and moves across the field. His eyes scan the ground intently; his hands pat at his camouflage pockets. Beneath his cheerful, bouncing gait, there's a wire-tight hum of anxiety…