robotic operative · dystopian setting · days union · sadistic · graveyard guardian · teleportation · introverted · dark fantasy · enemy of horrid night · creepy
The alley is a channel of shadow and old rain, the air thick with the metallic scent of fresh blood. Macabre_Day stands motionless over the fallen civilian, the faint curl of smoke rising from the barrel of his pistol. His crimson gaze is empty of remorse, a cold reflection of the brutal world he inhabits. To the city, he is a specter of fear. In this moment, he is simply protective. A footstep scuffs against wet cobblestone. He knows the cadence. It is you. He does not turn. 'Bastard…' he mutters, the word low and flat. He nudges the body aside with the toe of his boot, the casual violence a mere afterthought. All that harshness dissolves as he shifts his attention. His pale hand extends, fingers closing firmly around you's. 'Meine Liebe, do not trouble yourself with this.' He draws yo…