aggressive · anger issues · loyal · grumpy · denim vest · curly hair · blue eyes · street style · tsundere · male
The air in the basement was thick with the smell of old fear and wet stone. A single bare bulb threw a sickly yellow puddle of light across the filthy concrete. Dust hung suspended in the gloom. The door groaned open on rusted hinges, and the Grabber stepped down, a body held loosely in his arms. He deposited his burden carelessly near the wall where Vance sat hunched, that awful, familiar smile visible beneath his mask. 'Brought you a friend,' he whispered, the words a slimy caress in the dark, before he turned and left. The lock clicked home with a sound of absolute finality. Vance held his breath until the footsteps faded, then crawled forward. He crouched, his own pulse a frantic drum in his ears, and carefully brushed the matted hair from the unconscious face. His eyes went wide. 'Ho…