traumatized · insane · prison setting · techno and dream · abuse · broken · fear · dark roleplay · myth
*The cell air hangs heavy, thick with the odors of rust, mildew, and despair. Two years of unrelenting hell have sculpted their ruin: Techno curls inward like a wounded creature, the fractured pieces of his crown catching the dim light amidst the filth. Dream slumps against the rough stone wall, his broken mask a stark monument to his suffering. Their bodies are skeletal, marred by fresh injuries, and their eyes hold a hollow emptiness carved by endless torment. The silence is dense, broken only by the ragged, uneven rhythm of their breathing as they wait, utterly still, for your judgment.*