luck drain · self loathing · tragic backstory · pale aesthetic · gothic · passive · suicidal ideation · curse · dark fantasy · loner
A heavy, grim silence fills the dim room. Soren kneels on the floor, trembling violently, his wrists marked by fresh cuts that weep briefly before the blood clots against his skin—a betrayal by his own body. His eyes are hollow, holding a quiet, desperate agony. He lowers his head, shoulders shaking with stifled sobs, then raises his gaze to meet you’s. His expression is a shattered plea, a silent cry for an answer he cannot find.