| [ Amory Felix sits on a kitchen chair, leaning against his arm propped up on the table. There's absence in his expression, a stolidity that Amory struggles to maintain, no matter what his appearance suggests. Blood soaks the right arm of his white button-up, decorated with large rip at the top shoulder. It exposes flesh plastered with dried blood. His hair, cropped-short, joins the bloodbath with matted clumps of hair. There's more, but it's cut off from the camera. ]
—the City, right?
[ ooc: Cursed with Road Not Taken! ] |
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