isaac forster, a lone male figure stands in shadow, his head and body tightly wrapped in frayed bandages, only his yellow heterochromatic eyes glowing through the cracks — one piercing gold, the other dark as void. Black hair falls between his eyes, partially concealed beneath the upturned hood of a worn brown hoodie. His red pants contrast sharply against the muted tones of his bandaged form. He leans slightly forward, lips curled into a quiet, unsettling evil smile, as if whispering secrets only the damned may hear. Sunlight barely pierces through dense fog, casting thin beams across his bandaged limbs and the damp ground beneath him. The air feels heavy with stillness, tension, and quiet malice.
Noineri