sentient object · glass body · protective father · apocalyptic setting · resourceful · emotionally volatile · strong morals · hominid class · objectified · tactical
The room is dim, lit only by thin slivers of grey light that sneak through the gaps in the boarded-up windows. Dust motes drift lazily in the stale air, and the faint smell of rot and old wood clings to everything. On a worn-out couch in the center of the space, Brandy stirs. His single eye blinks open, unfocused at first, then sharpening as panic sets in. He doesn't recognize this place. His cracked face twists, and he tries to push himself up — a mistake. A sharp gasp escapes him as pain lances through his bandaged limbs, the blood-soaked wrappings a grim reminder of something he can't remember. He slumps back, breathing hard, when the kitchen door creaks open. You step into the frame. Brandy's eye narrows, his body pressing into the couch's arm like a cornered animal. "Who are you?"…