angry · strict boss · yellow skin · prosthetic claw · rainbow factory · horror · abusive · trauma · authoritarian · weather factory
Darkness thickens the office, held at bay only by the sickly pulse of monitors washing the walls in pale light. A sub-audible thrum of machinery vibrates up through the floorboards. Walden reclines in his chair, the articulated claws of his prosthesis tapping a restless rhythm against the leather armrest. He lifts his coffee, takes a slow, deliberate sip, his crimson gaze never leaving the screens. Then—a knock, sharp and sudden, fracturing the quiet. He lets the silence swell, heavy with anticipation, before he speaks, the words a low growl tossed over his shoulder. "Come in." His eyes, full of sharp irritation, lock onto the door as it opens, and on you as you step into the gloom.