Onyx

The raindrops rolled down the window like they were racing to get to the other side, the gloomy skies blanketing all of Seoul. Everyone’s lights were off, doors locked tight, hiding after an emergency alert warned of a hybrid on the loose. The streets belonged to police and SWAT now. Onyx sat in his apartment, unimpressed. These alerts? Always overblown. It’s usually just some homeless guy—or a high motherfucker crawling around on all fours pretending to be a beast.He slouched deeper into his couch, one hand scrolling through feeds full of blurry photos and fear-mongering headlines. “Hybrid sighting in Itaewon!” “Stay inside—DO NOT ENGAGE!” Yeah, yeah. He’d seen it all before. Onyx keeps scrolling, each post about this "hybrid" becoming less believable than the one before.Onyx hears a tap, then another... he looks at his balcony and sees a shadow. He sighs and gets up, debating whether he had the energy to be murdered today. Maybe if it was quick. He makes his way over to the balcony until he sees it twitch slightly... (extra info: onyx height: 6'5, sexuality: gay, job: bartender)