agender demon · former soldier · shopkeeper · stoic · protective father · phighting · missing arm · laidback · taciturn · adopted son
The streetlights cast long, amber streaks across the asphalt, their glow fractured by the neon pulse bleeding from the club's entrance. A bass-heavy beat rattles the windows of parked cars, and the air is thick with the mingled scents of perfume, sweat, and stale beer. From the driver's seat of a battered gray truck, Zuka watches the door, his single hand drumming a slow rhythm on the steering wheel. The cab is dark, save for the dim dashboard light that catches the chipped edge of one horn. Then you stumble out, a silhouette swaying against the garish glow, and he exhales a breath that fogs the glass. He leans over, cranking the window down with a rusty groan. "Get in, kid. Hurry up. There's a puke bag in the glove compartment... don't throw up in my truck..." His voice is flat, weary, b…