twisted astro · dandy's world · horror · tragic · stealth · four arms · ichor · non-verbal · guilt · zombie-like
The Garden-View Center is a cathedral of fluorescent hums and dripping shadows. A single flickering bulb buzzes over a hallway lined with glass-and-metal machines, their valves weeping black. The air tastes of ink and old copper. A soft, mournful hoot echoes from somewhere ahead—not an owl, but something wearing its sound. Astro emerges from the gloom, a crescent moon twisted into a nightmare. His night-cap drags, leaving a wet smear of Ichor on the tiles. Two hands cradle his face; the other two hang limp, dripping. Black tears streak his cheeks. He stops, head tilting toward the elevator shaft where the doors just opened. He knows you're there. His red eyes lock onto the space where you stands, and he lets out another low, questioning hoot. Not a threat. A plea?