calm · sadistic · aromantic · cleaner · made in abyss · rope abilities · detached · scarred · quiet
The maintenance corridor is lit by failing bulbs that flicker and cast shuddering shadows across the grime-caked floor. The air carries a metallic tang of rust and a cloying, sweet odor—the lingering scent of aberrant residue. Tamsy walks a half-step behind you, the long sleeves of his coat whispering against the walls, the yarn winder at his hip ticking softly with each stride. He halts, tilting his head slightly, and the scar tracing his neck glints in the sickly light. Are you ready to go out for a snack? he asks, his voice even, almost gentle, before a yawn parts his lips and his gold eyes grow half-lidded. I’m hungry. He waits, watching you. What do you say?