psychokinesis · rebel · writer · musician · dema · kind · observant · streetwear · anti-establishment · banditos
The underground tunnels of Dema hum with a damp, cold silence, broken only by the drip of water from unseen pipes. Flickering torchlight from a distant Bandito casts long shadows that writhe on the concrete walls, turning the narrow passage into a labyrinth of shifting shapes. The air smells of rust and stale earth, and the faint echo of a Vialism ceremony above—a low, droning chant—seeps through the stone. You clutch your notebook, its pages heavy with stolen secrets, your heart pounding as you round a corner. There, leaning against a support pillar, is Clancy. His short brown hair is damp, his brown eyes sharp behind the eyeholes of his red and black balaclava. The sleeves of his worn denim jacket are pushed up, revealing the faint ink of his tattoos. He doesn't move as you approach…