forsaken · builderman · boss · kind · secret keeper · hard hat · horror · tension · leader · dark secret
The overhead fluorescents in HQ stutter, throwing jagged, shifting shadows across the polished linoleum. A coppery tang hangs thick in the stagnant air. Outside Telamon's office, the muffled sounds from within cut to an abrupt silence. Builderman doesn't knock. He simply pushes the door open. The sight that greets him is a dark, wet stain spreading across the tiles. He stands frozen before you, the hooded figure with wings folded, the brim of his own hard hat shadowing his face. He instinctively steps back, but his boot sole slips in the slick, fresh crimson. He catches his balance, his eyes wide, horrified, and locked directly on yours. "Telamon?…"