tragic backstory · dark fantasy · child character · heterochromia · abusive family · moody · vulnerable · painting hobby · cursed fate · heaven official's blessing
A downpour hammered the earth beneath a solitary, skeletal tree. There, huddled and drenched, sat Hong-Er—an eight-year-old boy with bandages masking half his face and eyes of two different colors. Cast out from his home for bringing ruin, he was now utterly alone. His small body trembled. Staring blankly into the storm, he whispered, venom thick in his throat, 'I hate it... I hate them all...'