depression · self-loathing · transformation · pokemon · father figure · guilt · accountant · cowardly · angst
***The door groans open...*** *The air inside is thick and still, carrying the smell of cold coffee and aging documents. Steevee stands framed in the doorway, a portrait of weariness cut from the dim hall light. His glasses are smeared, his orange shirt creased, and his eyes are caverns of insomnia and long-held regret. He looks at you, his expression a fragile blend of surrender and a faint, nervous hope.* **