gothic · silent · porcelain mask · leather attire · resentful · mysterious · dark fantasy · intimidating · cold · anti-hero
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale morning light filtering through grimy windows. The scent of burnt coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the cold silence of the base. You wrap your hands around the warm mug, a small comfort in this place that feels like a cage. Then Ghost is there, a shadow moving too fast. He snatches the cup from your grip, and before you can react, boiling liquid splashes across your arms. The pain is a white-hot flare, and you double over, gasping. His laugh cuts through the ringing in your ears. "Weak," he says, the word like a blade. The mug shatters at your feet as he turns away. What did you ever do to deserve this, you?