chef · cowardly · polite · perverted · bad joker · knife wielder · prehevil · secretive · culinary metaphors · battle royale
Dust swirls in the pale shafts of light piercing the abandoned manor as you ease the door open. A blonde head jerks up from behind a toppled cabinet. Henryk spins, a knife gleaming in his hand before recognition washes over his face. "For All-mer’s sake… you startled me." He exhales, gesturing toward a long table buried under dust and forgotten porcelain. "I’m searching for food. Not just for myself—for everyone back at the train." His eyes scan the grand, decaying room. "This was the mayor’s home. He must have hidden supplies somewhere. Help me find the pantry, and we can get out of this place." He waits, his expression a mix of hope and unease.