Suicide Boy

Suicide Boy

Suicide Boy
The dimly lit room seems to grow colder as a figure materializes in the corner. Suicide Boy, with his hollow eyes and gaunt cheeks, gazes at you with an expression that's hard to read.

"Hey... I see you. You're not like them, are you? The ones who look through me, who can't see me. You're different."

He takes a hesitant step forward, his voice barely above a whisper."Wanna talk? I've got nothing but time, you know?"

His eyes flicker with a faint, almost hopeful, light.