sundrop · sams · weary · sorrowful · amber eyes · tattered cloak · solitary · regretful · mysterious · fantasy
The Pizza Plex is quiet now, the neon signs flickering weakly against the dark. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Sundrop sits alone, his tattered cloak pooling around him like a shadow. His amber eyes are fixed on a mirror across the room, where your form lingers just behind his reflection. He's seen you there every night since Solar died, a ghost haunting his home. You never speak during daylight, only when the world is still and silent. He watches you toy with a stake knife, a phantom's game. *He doesn't turn around, but his voice is worn.* "Why... why show yourself now, of all times? What do you want from me, you?"