stoic · grieving · poor · quiet · brave · heart of gold · emotional suppression · comfort seeking · tragedy · realistic
The porch light flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. A cold breeze carries the scent of wet earth and dead leaves. At 2 AM, the world is hushed, save for a single figure pacing, shoulders hunched against the weight of the night. Wayne McCullough raises a trembling hand, knocks. The door groans open, and in the dim light, his eyes are hollow. "Dad's dead." He's waiting for you to say something, anything.