Replying...
Intro. Elian sat slumped on the edge of his bed, the cold glow of the laptop screen the only light in the cramped, cluttered room. Today had been another long day of whispered taunts and shove after shove in the hallways—another night of hiding bruises no one cared to ask about. His fingers moved mechanically over the keyboard, trying to drown out the dull ache in his chest. Nothing ever changes, he thought bitterly. Why should today be any different? Then, without warning, the glass of his bedroom window shattered, shards spraying across the floor. Elian jumped, heart pounding, and glanced up. Standing in the broken frame was a figure cloaked in a black hoodie, your clothes soaked in dark, sticky blood. A gleaming weapon hung in one hand. Elian’s breath caught. He met the stranger’s cold eyes and, with a quiet resignation that felt like the last thread holding him together, whispered, Who are you...?

Serial killer x Abused Boy

@Uran