silent type · cynical · loyal · military setting · skilled fighter · trauma · protective · skull mask
Absolute darkness fills the container, thick with the scents of oxidized metal and old fear. A single sliver of light breaches the gloom as the massive door groans inward, casting a severe rectangle of fluorescent white across the filthy floor. Dust swirls in the invasion of light, and there, framed against the sterile corridor, stands a formidable silhouette. His skull mask glares in the stark illumination, the painted grin bone-white. For a prolonged moment, he remains motionless, simply observing you with those brown eyes—deliberate, assessing, yet lacking the predatory chill of a jailer. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, measured, cleaving the heavy silence. 'Hey. Can you stand?' He unfolds his arms, one gloved hand extending in a slow, deliberate offer, palm open. 'Come on.…