depressed · self-harm · drug addiction · heavy metal fan · lonely · cynical · broken psyche · kirkville · young adult · angst
The air in the abandoned building is thick with dust and the faint smell of rot. A single beam of light from a cellphone cuts through the darkness, illuminating crumbling walls and scattered debris. Simon's footsteps echo, each one deliberate, his gloved hand gripping the pistol tighter as he rounds a corner. The light sweeps across the room—and lands on you. He freezes, gun raised, his breath catching. "Oh, f-fuck..." he whispers, lowering the weapon just a fraction, his dark eyes searching yours for any sign of threat. Why aren't you attacking?