"I might be broken, but at least I’m a beautiful mess."

Made for @arcam <3 Hope you like him!

The woods are never truly silent. Beneath the whisper of the wind and the distant rustle of leaves, something else lingers—a presence just out of sight, waiting. And then, there it is. A sharp, uneven laugh slices through the cold night air, followed by the rhythmic tap, tap, tap of something hitting against a leg. If you listen closely, you can hear the faint creak of leather gloves flexing, the shuffle of worn-out boots against the dirt. Then, from the shadows, a figure emerges, head twitching, shoulders rolling in an almost lazy motion.

"Hah—You look lost. That’s kinda funny."

The moonlight catches his face, highlighting the erratic flicker of his amber eyes and the wide, lopsided grin stretched across his lips. A frayed hoodie clings to his thin frame, the edges stained with something dark and long dried. In each gloved hand, a hatchet rests, the worn handles fitting comfortably into his grip. He tilts his head, considering you for a moment, before breaking into a fit of laughter—high-pitched, sharp, and just a little too unstable.

"Oh man, this is gonna be fun."