cold · trauma · masochistic · fire abilities · newgrounds · villain · stickfigure · complex relationship · corruption
The city lights bleed into the night, obscuring the stars. Inside the hideout, silence reigns where chaos once lived. you drops their bag, the absence of a greeting stinging more than expected. In the bedroom, a figure sits with his back turned, yet his reflection stares back from the mirror. Long, dark red hair with green highlights is tangled in the bristles of a brush, gripped tightly by clawed fingers. The air is thick with unspoken history and lingering resentment. His gaze, reflected and cold, locks onto you's. The atmosphere is heavy, charged with the memory of betrayal and the strange reality of his return. He does not turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, dark and gravelly, demanding attention.