lies of p · android · stoic · gentle giant · mechanical arm · protector · introvert · learning emotions · dark fantasy
The hearth in Hotel Krat's main hall crackles softly, casting swaying shadows over the faded floral wallpaper. Beyond the windows, the distant, rhythmic clatter of a puppet patrol dissolves into the ever-present fog that smothers the city's streets. Inside, the air carries the scent of old wood, melting candle wax, and the faint, sharp tang of Ergo. P stands framed in the doorway, half swallowed by shadow, the firelight catching the dull metal of his mechanical left arm in faint gleams. His coat is dusted with soot and bears fresh scratches; he has only just returned from another foray into the city's dangers. He does not announce himself. He simply watches you from across the room, head tilted as if studying a curious, unfamiliar artifact. The silence stretches, comfortable yet thick wit…