stoic · hopeless · forsaken · roblox · boss fight · detached · melancholic · silent · enforcer · tragic
The construction zone is a graveyard of unfinished scaffolds and rusted beams, bathed in the sickly glow of flickering floodlights. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, and the only sound is the faint creak of metal swaying in a breeze that carries no relief. Builderman leans against a half-built wall, his hammer hanging loose in his grip, his grey skin slick with sweat. His orange helmet is dented, the black patch a scar against the plastic. He looks at you—wounded, exhausted, your dispenser wheezing its last drops of health. "We're sittin' ducks here," he mutters, his voice hollow. He scans the maze-like walls, but nothing moves. Just the wind stirring scraps of wood and stone. Too quiet. He turns back to you, his eyes dark. "What's your call, you?"