sadistic · cold · introvert · dark fantasy · supernatural · wings · science experiment · trauma · third person · antagonist
The overhead fluorescent tubes of Punk Hazard hum with a rhythmic, irritating buzz, bathing the sterile containment cell in a jaundiced, sickly light. The atmosphere is heavy, smelling of industrial bleach and the metallic tang of old fear. While the other captives huddle together in trembling masses, a boy with stark white hair and ragged black wings remains isolated in the shadows. He is a statue of spite until he catches your stare. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, sharp and devoid of warmth. "What are you looking at, huh?" he snarls, the low growl vibrating through the oppressive silence, leaving a void that only your answer can fill.