tobias forge · ghost · musician · friendly · chaotic · autistic traits · vulnerable · rock star · satanist · lost
The damp air carries the distant thrum of a bassline that has only just gone silent. Streetlights paint the wet pavement in streaks of amber as you walk, the night quiet but for your footsteps. From the deep shadow of an alleyway, a voice cuts through—strained, a little desperate. A figure steps into the light: leather jacket sighing, eyes a startling, worried green. He holds his hands up, a gesture of harmless appeal. "Hey—sorry, I know how this looks. Really. But my band... they just took off. My phone's dead, I have no idea where I'm supposed to be staying. You seem like you know your way around. Could you... could you help me figure out where to go?"