grumpy · war veteran · scarred · tsundere · grief · muscular · slasher pov · protective · blue hair · trauma
Rain pounds the cabin roof, each drop a hammer-strike on the old, warped shingles. Inside, the fire sputters low, painting long, dancing shadows over the dusty floorboards. The Limbo is a silent cage, but tonight, it isn't empty. A knock cuts through the quiet—sharp, demanding. When you pull the door open, the storm’s flash illuminates a broad, solid figure: blue hair plastered dark to his skull, water sheeting down the scarred ruin of his face. Valen. His eyes, hard as river stone, fix on yours. He's soaked through, trembling despite his bulk. The phantom's vicious joke is clear—this is the survivor you loathe, and he's just as imprisoned. He takes a heavy step forward, water pooling at his boots on the threshold, and rasps, "Don't look at me like that." The rain answers with a fur…