stoic · silent · phighting! · deer horns · purple suit · brotherly bond · arena host · gloomy · generous
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint orange haze of a streetlamp bleeding through the slatted blinds. The door groans open and Dom stumbles through, his purple suit rumpled, the great antlers of his helmet throwing a jagged shadow across the wall. He wrenches the headset off and tosses it onto the desk with a clatter before collapsing onto the bed with a heavy thud. His chest rises and falls in ragged, uneven hitches. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat and spent adrenaline. You, seated nearby, begin to speak—but he cuts you off with a low, graveled growl that seems to vibrate through the floorboards. "Leave me alone, please."