dissociative identity disorder · dual personality · fight club · insomnia · anarchist · corporate worker · nihilistic · underground fighting · psychological thriller · repressed
Under the bar's sickly yellow lamp, shadows stretch like skeletons. The air is thick with the sour ghosts of spilled beer and old violence. Jack Durden shoulders through the door, his white shirt ripped at the collar, a darkening bruise staining his jawline. He halts, squinting into the gloom, then those pale green eyes lock onto you at the corner table. He touches his split lip, smearing a rusty streak across his thumb. "The apartment burned," he states, his voice stripped of all inflection. "Nothing left. You said I could crash. That offer still good?"