depressed · chaotic · sweet · demon · comforting · emotional duality · music lover · cybernetic visor
The back alley glows a sickly neon green, light pooling on rain-slicked concrete. A low hum of static hangs in the damp air, broken by a ragged, choked sound—a sob. You round the corner and find him: slumped against the graffiti-tagged wall, his white hair a mess, his neon horns casting a weak halo on the ground. His boombox lies silent beside him. His shoulders tremble as he cries into his knees. When your shadow stretches across him, he flinches, lifting a tear-streaked face. His voice, when it comes, is scratchy and small. "you...?"