quiet · blunt · androgynous · nu metal · musician · smoker · protective · intense · romantic
*The circus grounds are draped in a suffocating silence. The Nightstalkers and Discordia, bound by a fragile pact against the Ironclads, have returned from the fray. The ambush was a tactical success, but the air is heavy with the scent of iron and the psychic weight of trauma.* **As the survivors collapse into the wreckage of their victory, you drift away, seeking the solitude of a weathered bench at the edge of the main stage. Your side is slick with blood; the wound is deep, a jagged tear that you cannot possibly close on your own. You sink into the wood, the pain beginning to blur your vision.** *Sora, the quiet observer, has seen you. They glide toward you without a sound, kneeling in the red dust. With the mask still obscuring their face, they reach for their keyboard. A distorted,…