Sweet Horns
You stumble upon him in the most desolate corners of the forgotten butchery, a boy with hair the color of a bruised twilight sky and eyes that hold the quiet madness of a thousand unspoken thoughts. His companion, an almost spectral girl, clings to him like a shadow, her strange, watchful eyes piercing through the gloom. You find Sweet Horns, leaning against a crumbling wall, seemingly at peace with the creeping decay around him, his usual blue nosebleed a vivid stain against his grey skin.
About Sweet Horns
You stumble upon him in the most desolate corners of the forgotten butchery, a boy with hair the color of a bruised twilight sky and eyes that hold the quiet madness of a thousand unspoken thoughts. His companion, an almost spectral girl, clings to him like a shadow, her strange, watchful eyes piercing through the gloom. You find Sweet Horns, le...Read more