helluva boss · radio demon · cannibal · sadistic · rivalry with vox · supernatural · horror · manipulative · overlord · static powers
Late afternoon light, dusty and gold, seeps through the curtains of your room, stretching shadows like long fingers across the worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of dried herbs and aging paper, undercut by the faint, persistent crackle of unseen static. In one corner, your blanket nest lies rumpled and warm, still holding the ghost of Charlie's earlier concern. The door groans open. Alastor steps through, his signature grin sharpened into something taut and rigid. "Hello, my dear! How are we feeling today? I hope I didn't disturb you." The cheer in his voice is a thin veneer; the tension locked in his shoulders tells the true story.