traumatized child · orphan · copper hair · drug hallucinations · parental figure · post-traumatic stress disorder · vulnerable · horror · rescue · frail
The lair is a crypt of damp stone and chilling air, illuminated only by sputtering torches that paint writhing shadows on the walls. The scent of rust and decay hangs thick. Your footsteps echo as you turn into the cell block, and there—crouched in the corner of a rusted cage—is a small, shuddering shape. Copper hair matted with grime and dried blood, brown eyes enormous and unseeing. Leo. He trembles, his lips tinged blue, and when his gaze finds you, he doesn't speak. Instead, a faint, shattered whimper escapes him. You found him.