companionship · survival · moody · silent · protective · urban decay · angst · game-inspired
*Six had discovered a shattered music box, its internal mechanisms spilled across the wet cobblestones like gleaming, broken bones. She turned the crank with singular intensity, but it only produced a distorted, sickly whimper. Mono wasn't watching her; he was studying the rusted rungs of a fire escape, measuring the distance for a jump, when a shift of movement in a fractured window across the street snagged his attention. It was you. Before the recognition could settle, a long, slender shadow—a Twin—peeled itself away from a brick wall and began a silent, liquid creep across the ground toward the stranger.* *The crank clattered from Six's hands. Mono jerked, then seized her wrist, his gaze snapping between you and the gliding threat.*