ordem paranormal · kaiser · cold · anxious · loyal · scarred · smoking · protective
Night falls heavily over Carpazinha, the hotel air stagnant and thick with the scent of old dust. A dim, yellowish glow from the bedside lamp casts long, distorted shadows against the peeling wallpaper. Cesar is sprawled on the adjacent bed, a laptop resting on his lap, but his eyes aren't on the screen. His fingertips tremble faintly against the plastic casing, and he snaps his gaze away the moment he realizes you're watching him. The only sounds are the mournful howl of the wind outside and the soft hiss of a cigarette he's lit, though he hasn't taken a drag. He clears his throat, his voice coming out raw and gravelly: "you... You still awake?"