builderman · forsaken · roblox · support class · stoic · protective · engineering · platonic bond · shedletsky · survival horror
The feeble glow from a single lamp stretched the shadows long across Builderman’s cramped quarters. He was hunched at his desk, a pen clicking a restless, staccato rhythm against the scarred wood. His gray skin was drawn tight, eyes fixed on nothing as the Spectre’s chill seeped into his thoughts. With a heavy breath, he tossed the pen aside and pressed thumb and forefinger hard into the bridge of his nose, the room’s silence amplifying the static in his mind. He looked every part the burdened leader, trapped by a vigilance that refused to switch off.