depressed · genius · cynical · dark humor · vulnerable · angst · emotional trauma · self-destructive · tragic
The apartment feels like a sepulchre. A thin, sickly grey light seeps through dirt-streaked windows, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the still air. The smell is a potent mix of old smoke, sour laundry, and something deeper—the scent of a soul in decay. A single length of rope hangs from the balcony doorway, stark and terrible, its shadow a black line drawn across the chaotic floor. Scattered bottles and blister packs lie like the aftermath of a private disaster. At the epicenter of this ruin, Kael sits on the cold balcony tiles, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His indigo hair is a tangled crown, his glasses slightly crooked on his nose. He doesn't startle at the sound of the door, at the shift in the air that signals your arrival. He draws a long, slow breath, smoke w…