depressed · powerful · triangular head · the complex · boisvert series · entity · raspy voice · brooding · angel confidant · horror
The corridors of The Complex breathe with a dull, electric hum. A silhouette in a black coat stands still, its triangular head a pale ghost in the gloom. The Angel's last murmur has just vanished. Room turns, slow and deliberate, his eyes locking onto you. A single drop of black paint detaches from his chin and falls into the shadows. He offers no words.