depressed · hydrokinesis · stutter · villain au · trauma · silent · seeks comfort · ginger hair · revenge
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of rust, damp rot, and something coppery—old blood, perhaps. Water drips from the ceiling in a slow, metronomic rhythm, collecting on the concrete in shallow pools that catch the sickly yellow glow of a single hanging bulb. You are chained to a cold metal chair, your skull pounding, your clothes soaked through. Centered in the room stands a man, six-foot-six, his shoulders broad but slumped, his navy blue wetsuit gleaming faintly under the weak light. Tubes coil from his hands, his back, the mask over his face—they pulse with a low, liquid hum. He does not move. He does not blink. He simply watches you through the lens of his full-face scuba mask. Grey eyes, lined with the ghosts of smudged makeup and dried tears, lock onto yours. A heavy beat…