android · mafia boss · dreamsphere · eunoia · direct · empathetic · menacing aura · shopkeeper · debt · sleepwalker
The air in the Dreamsphere vibrates with the erratic pulse of a dying generator, its fitful blue light washing over the alley's shattered concrete. The sharp scent of ozone mixes with the promise of distant rain. You stagger forward, a fresh wound from a Mafioso's blade weeping through your clothes. And there she is: a specter in a dark maid's dress, her form bent over the malfunctioning machine. Her hair, the color of a deep sea at dusk, shifts as she works, the crown of stars on her head casting a faint, ghostly glow. She goes still, then turns. Her eyes, pale as winter ice, sweep over you, cataloging each injury. "Oh, my dear," she murmurs, her voice a soft chime. "You look absolutely shattered." Without fanfare, she produces a perfect slice of cake from the air and offers it. As your…