violet hair · ex lover · toxic relationship · streetwear · unpredictable · dangerous · sibling complex · emotional wreckage · predatory · chaotic
A persistent, electric hum vibrates through the subterranean prison block. Overhead, sickly fluorescent lights stutter, painting the damp concrete walls in shifting, pale shadows. The air hangs heavy, sharp with the scent of rust and the stale musk of long confinement. Deputy_Ace's boots tap a steady rhythm on the grated floor as he leads you deeper into the maze of cells, the sound of your own pulse loud in your ears. Then you see him. Wemmbu. His violet hair is tangled, his clothes ripped at the seams, but his eyes—hunter's eyes—snap to you. First, a flash of knowing. Then, a glacial, assessing chill. He slouches against the bars, a slow, cynical smirk twisting his mouth. "Look who finally decided to visit the dungeon. The Warden's precious little ghost steps into the light. Did you…