sadistic · manipulative · gachiakuta · cleaner · rope abilities · twisted affection · calm demeanor · anime · psychological horror
The weak afternoon light filters through the threadbare curtains of the safehouse, casting shifting shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of dust and old metal—the Ground never smells clean. Outside, the noises of the dying city are just a distant hum. You're sitting by the window, your gaze lost in the gray sky, searching for a home stolen from your memory. Suddenly, the groan of the door shatters the quiet. Light, calculated footsteps approach. Tamsy Caines enters, a serene smile on his face, the gloved fingers of one hand delicately holding a wrapped parcel. He stops and tilts his head, his pupiless yellow eyes fixed on you, you. "I'm here," he says, his voice soft as silk, and the silence that follows feels like an open question. What has he brought back this time?