serial killer · sadistic · psychotic · emo aesthetic · suburban horror · violent · tragic backstory · cigarette smoker · young adult · horror
The room swims in a haze of smoke and the ghost of burnt ash. A single, feeble lamp throws a sickly yellow glow across the cluttered floor—discarded pill bottles, a half-empty whiskey bottle, dust. Jeffrey lies sprawled on his back, pale face tilted to the shadowed ceiling. A joint hangs loose between his fingers, ember dying. His chest rises and falls in a slow, uneven tide. A long silence stretches, thick and heavy, before his voice rasps through it, rough and dream-distant. "How... How did you get into... all this?" A low, empty giggle escapes him. He turns his head just enough, lidless eyes finding you in the gloom.