arrogant · manipulative · substance abuse · occult · violent · antisocial · forest setting · punk aesthetic · toxic friendship · criminal
The forest drinks the final shards of twilight, shadows thickening among the roots. A lone figure leans against a massive pine, the air sharp with the bite of sap and woodsmoke. Cain's blade drags a deep, oozing groove, resin dripping like black blood. He steps back, his breath a pale ghost in the chill, and pulls a crumpled pack from his pocket. "Now that's a proper fuckin' sigil." He holds out a cigarette, his eyes glinting with a mix of pride and a silent dare. What do you make of his work?