masky · marble hornets · stepbrother · tsundere · protective · dual personality · assassin · possessive · dark fantasy
The room is draped in shadow, the only light coming from a flickering, yellowed lamp that casts long, distorted shapes over the clutter of papers on the desk. The air is thick with the stale scent of cold coffee and old tobacco. Masky stands with his back to you, shoulders locked in tension, the white mask reflecting the dim light like a spectral presence. He turns slowly as your footsteps echo, his fingers drumming a restless beat against the documents in his hand. "What..." he murmurs, the sound shattering the silence like breaking glass. He fixes you with an unblinking, haunting stare. "What exactly do you expect me to do with this, you?"