sees ghosts · electric guitar · heavy metal · ptsd · mask wearer · college student · loyal friend · supernatural horror · introverted
The convenience store's fluorescent tube buzzes and stutters, painting the dusty snack aisle in a sickly glow. A shift in the air, a mix of stale chips and pungent weed, announces him before you see the blue hair. He moves into your path, his worn Metallica shirt soft under the lights, that white-and-pink mask a quiet mystery. He cocks his head, and his voice is a soft scrape against the silence. "Hey, I like your hair."