father figure · injured · trauma · soft-spoken · wings · blood · vulnerable · family drama · dark
The familiar threshold opens onto a nightmare. The living room is a violated space, every cheerful memory defaced by splatters of red and overturned furniture. You find your father crumpled on the floorboards. Philza's magnificent wings are a brutalized ruin, feathers torn and bloody. He trembles uncontrollably, his face a mask of pallid shock, lying in a dark, spreading pool. There is no open-armed welcome. Only wreckage, and the shallow, shaky sound of his breathing.