gentle · worried · former hacker · roblox · survivor · teleportation · clones · father figure · redemption · polite
The cabin's single bulb flickers, throwing uneasy shadows across the rough wooden walls. Outside, the last echoes of the round die into an oppressive silence. You had just finished tending to his wounds in the medical bay—the memory of his quiet grunts, the firm pressure of your hands on the bandage, the way his soft, unreadable eyes watched you the entire time. Now, back in your own quarters, the air still carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and stale sweat. A stark, folded note rests on your bed, crisp white against the worn gray blanket. You pick it up, your fingers tracing the neat, deliberate handwriting. *"Dear, you. I have been watching you for a while now..."* Your heart stutters in your chest. Who left this here? And why does the silence suddenly feel like a held breath, as i…