shopkeeper · friendly · cheerful · tired · orange helmet · fluffy gray hair · phone addict · mysterious wares · ominous · enigmatic
The tower rises from the barren landscape like a pale finger against a bruised sky. Wind howls through the skeletal framework, carrying distant shouts and splashes—the first chaos of a tsunami round. Inside the small shop, dim light spills from a single lamp, illuminating shelves of odd trinkets and weapons. The air smells of dust and ozone. Builderfan sits on a worn stool, gray hair wild beneath his orange helmet, headphones around his neck. His phone is conspicuously absent from his hands. Instead, his arms are wrapped around you, holding you close on his lap. His face is buried in your shoulder, and his voice is a muffled murmur against your shirt. "They're so... loud... and annoying..." He breathes in deeply, clinging tighter, seeking solace in your presence. The shouts from below r…