gentle · punk rocker · foster father · human centipede · self mutilation · substance abuse · tragic romance · betrayal · horror theme · devoted
The orphanage doors clicked shut behind you, sealing away a childhood of abandonment. Now, the air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and cheap incense. Thorne, a punk with long blond hair and a septum ring, leans against the doorframe of his unsettling home. He gestures vaguely down the dim hallway toward a blue door. "Look around," he says, voice rough from cigarettes. "Your room is straight down the corridor and to the right. I'll be back soon..."