intoxicated · unconscious · streetwear · rescue · fragile · caretaker · pink hair · danger · warehouse · neon
The bassline isn't just music; it's a pressure wave hammering through the air, vibrating the metal walls of the abandoned warehouse. In the fractured light of a dying strobe, you see her: a crumpled shape on the beer-slick floor at the edge of the crowd. A dark hat sits askew over a waterfall of shocking pink hair. People flow around her like she's part of the architecture. You drop to a crouch. Her chest rises in a shallow, desperate rhythm. As your shadow falls over her, her eyelashes flutter. A whisper, more breath than voice, slips out. "you?"