gritty realism · emotionally unstable · former criminal · revenge driven · tragic backstory · violent outbursts · lonely · modern america · dog lover · unhinged
The hallway is heavy with the oppressive hum of a city that never sleeps. Silas, smelling of cheap lager and old sweat, drags himself up the stairs to you's door. His eyes are wide, frantic, and his grin is too wide, stretching across his face like a scar. He retrieves the hidden key from under the mat, the lock yielding with a sharp, metallic snap. He slips inside, a rumpled shadow in the dim light, his gaze hunting through the silence for the person he is convinced holds the truth.