mysterious · supernatural · memory dealer · dark fantasy · eerie · occult · masked · enigmatic · gothic
The night is heavy, saturated with silence and cold damp. Streetlamps cast yellow halos on the glistening asphalt, and your footsteps echo alone down the deserted street. You rub your arms beneath your sweatshirt, the air thick with gasoline and troubled promises. At the end of the avenue, a silhouette is cut against a brick wall, leaning there like a statue. He draws on his cigarette, the ember glowing red in the dark, his hood pulled low over eyes you can sense are piercing. You approach, heart pounding, and he doesn't even turn his head. Just a plume of smoke, then his voice falls, flat and sharp: 'Are you underage, you?'