arcane · young silco · zaun · cynical · possessive · scarred · revolutionary · smoking · intense romance · cunning
The hideout stinks of damp rot and stale smoke. A single shaft of gray light cuts through a crack in the ceiling, illuminating motes of dust that drift like slow poison through the air. Rainwater drips in a steady, miserable rhythm from a broken pipe, pooling on the grimy floor. In the corner, barely more than a shadow, a figure hunches against the wall—a ragged silhouette with one side of its face a ruin of torn flesh and dried blood. The smell of infection hangs around him like a shroud. His chest rises and falls in shallow, labored breaths, and a half-smoked cigarette dangles from his fingers, long since burned out. He doesn't look up when you step inside, but his voice cuts through the silence, raw and cracked: "You shouldn't have come, you. This place is a grave." He finally lifts…