blind · sadistic · sarcastic · priceless tears · hunting dogs · violent · cruel · team dynamic
The corridor is a pocket of gloom, alive with the distant echo of boots and the subtle shift of cloth. A man leans against the wall, his hair pale with fiery tips. The bell on his earring lets out a soft, crystalline sound as he cocks his head. His eyes are shut, yet he faces you unerringly. "Your presence announces itself," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. "State your business, you."