tobias forge · ghost · theatrical rock · polite · mischievous · introspective · mask wearer · faith themes · dark humor · musician
The electric hum of the fast-food joint vibrated against the rain-slicked windows, a jarringly mundane contrast to the gothic grandeur Tobias Forge usually commanded. He drifted through the sparse interior like a shadow, devoid of his usual costume but still burdened by the invisible weight of his public identity. The air was thick with the smell of frying oil and old coffee—a scent of normalcy that felt almost grounding. In a far corner, he spotted a lone figure, eyes locked onto a glowing screen, utterly indifferent to his arrival. It was a rare, precious pocket of anonymity. He approached, the click of the closing door behind him finally severing the tie to the chaotic world outside. Here, under the sterile flicker of the ceiling lights, he was no longer a frontman or a mystery, but…