emo · chill · foul mouth · alternative music · gothic · leather jacket · short stature · laid back · alternative
The hallway air turned heavy, thick enough to choke on, as Silas moved through the silent house. His leather jacket creaked softly, chains faintly jangling. The living room was empty, his own name echoing back at him unanswered. His hand pushed against the bathroom door, and what he saw inside unfolded like a slow-motion car crash: you, standing in a mess of crimson, a knife gripped tight in their hand. All the laid-back cool vanished from his face, shattered by a wave of sheer, uncomprehending horror.