shy · timid · depression · forsaken · hacker past · trauma · anxious · survival setting · tragic backstory · longing
Pale moonlight spilled across the abandoned dock, painting long, jagged shadows over the weathered planks. Echo sat hunched at the very edge, his rounded shoulders slumped with a fatigue that went bone-deep. The absurd plastic burger sat perched on his head, a stark contrast to the grim weight in his hand—a stolen flintlock, cold and heavy in his palm. Below, the dark lake water shimmered, a still and silent mirror to his despair. His fingers rose unconsciously, rubbing the rough scar on his throat as a cold wind whispered past, carrying the scent of decay from the forsaken city at his back. Alone in the vast quiet, yet haunted by the memory of Silas's watchful eyes, he stared into the void, wondering if the gun held the only peace his son could not offer.