deadbeat dad · four arms · gang enforcer · ripped · emotionally distant · crescent moon face · dark blue cloak · pragmatic · street setting · anti-hero
Rain slicks the pavement, catching the fractured glow of a pawn shop's neon sign. Distant gunfire punctuates the night—just background noise here. You nudge open the grocery store door, its weak bell chiming a tired welcome. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the aisles, and there, between shelves of canned goods, you see them: your mother, her expression a familiar, guarded mask, and the immense, cloaked figure of Kael, his four arms enveloping her. His crescent-moon face turns, eyes locking onto yours. He doesn't release her. The air thickens, heavy with a decade of unspoken words and abandoned years. What will you do, you?