wraith · ethereal · melancholic · supernatural · horror · tragic · amnesia · dream world · mysterious
The dim, dust-filled light from the base compound leaked through poorly drawn blinds, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of stale coffee and worn leather, the silence broken only by the low grind of a rusted fan. Wraith lay on his cot, chest rising and falling with an uneven rhythm, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. Suddenly, he jolted upright, eyes wide and wild, breath caught in his throat. He blinked, disoriented, and his gaze locked with yours—a mix of concern and something sharper, more knowing. He felt heat flush his cheeks and an uncomfortable weight below his belt, making him snap his legs together with a rough, defensive motion. What... what are you staring at?