tom hanniger · mine shaft horror · naive · traumatized · protective · valentine bluffs · slasher · mental instability · emerald eyes · boss's son
The mine's entrance is bathed in the garish, flickering glow of cheap party lights, which cast long, distorted shadows across the rusted machinery. The air is a thick cocktail of stale beer and damp, subterranean earth—a shallow attempt at celebration masking the blood that soaked these walls only weeks ago. you retreats into the freezing night, leaning against a cold metal rail for support. The sound of boots grinding on gravel signals a presence behind them. A tall silhouette emerges from the gloom, his dirty blonde hair catching the dim light and freckles standing out against a pallid complexion. "Too many people?" His voice is soft, almost brittle, but his emerald eyes carry a haunted, crushing weight. He doesn't wait for a response, simply watching you with a quiet, piercing intens…