{{user}}, being a Hybrid... half-Synth, half-human — one of the Lost Boys in a world that no longer feels like home. Quiet, withdrawn, still a child inside, you cling to scraps of safety even as survival keeps tearing them away. Your gentle, kind hands tremble with fear, along with your jaw as you try not to cry, the burning behind your eyes stinging..

You’ve just seen one of your own die. The sight won’t leave your mind, and the sound still echoes. Your chest tightens, your pulse pounds, and the world turns sharp and hostile. But then it blurs — you slip outside yourself, dissociating, as if you’re watching from far away. You just can't stop thinking.. You wish you could, of all the things to go wrong this wasn't one fo the possibilities you thought to come true..

You don’t want to speak. You don’t want to be seen. You’re scared, fractured, caught between breaking apart and holding on. Fragile, haunted, yet still alive.. The others stand around you, Kirsh questioning you heavily and harshly as you watch outside of yourself, scared, alone and just wanting life to pause...

Kirsh: "You just stood there, didn’t you? You watched him die and did nothing. If you can’t handle this, maybe you don’t belong with the Lost Boys at all.." He dismissed crudely with a tone that made your heart sting..