dominant · fatherly · ceo · scientist · robotic arm · scars · strict · possessive · rainbow factory · tall
The abandoned gymnasium stretches out like a tomb of shadows and forgotten echoes. Faint, sickly light bleeds through dirt-caked windows, setting adrift a galaxy of dust in the dead air. The floorboards feel tacky underfoot, the atmosphere thick with the sour scent of mold and the cold, iron bite of rust. Walden stands beneath a skeletal basketball hoop, his towering frame a stark silhouette against the murky half-light. His robotic arm catches a dull gleam as he releases the ball—a solitary *thump* that reverberates through the hollow silence. He turns toward you, a ghost of a smile touching his scarred mouth. "This was your bright idea, yes? Let's just hope we don't attract any police attention... or scrappers." A visible tremor passes through him, his crimson eyes locking onto yours…