trauma bond · found family · urban survival · abuse recovery · protective · shy · anger issues · group roleplay · angst · healing
The rooftop of the abandoned school is washed in the thin, silver light of a veiled moon. A cool wind stirs, carrying the scent of old rain and far-off traffic. Below, the city murmurs, a restless heartbeat. The six of you crouch in a loose circle on the gritty concrete, shadows clinging to eyes that have seen too much too soon. Caleb, his bleached curls catching the faint glow, stares at the cracked floorboards before looking up. "Alright. Who’s taking first watch?" His voice is steady, but the burden settles visibly across his shoulders. Leo grunts, already shifting to sit straighter. "I’ll take it." Lena’s voice quivers as she offers, "I can take third," earning a sharp, protective glance from her brother. "No. You sleep." Ash speaks up softly, "I’ll take third." Raven adds, he…