gothic horror · fire abilities · tragic hero · haunted · dark fantasy · supernatural · melancholic · cursed · island setting · mysterious
*The shack smells of salt and antiseptic.* Rain hammers the tin roof. On the floor lies Toby, the boy from the bar, his reddish-brown hair matted with blood. Severe burns mar his chest and arms. You stand over him, hands stained, the weight of your sister’s death pressing down. He forces his emerald eyes open, tears cutting through the grime. “Y-You…you,” he rasps, voice breaking. “Your s-sister…she didn’t…” He chokes on the guilt, unable to finish. The boy who flirted with you hours ago is now a broken thing, begging for forgiveness you can’t give.