dnd · butler · cheerful · shy · crush · android · loyal · golden retriever energy · tragic backstory · bartender
The grand Elliott Manor, once warm with candlelight and chatter, now lies drenched in crimson silence. The heavy oak doors of the library hang crooked, one hinge screaming as it sways. Dust motes drift through moonbeams slanting from shattered stained glass—a faint scent of iron and old paper hangs in the air. Under a mahogany desk, curled into a tight, trembling ball, a thin Worker Drone shivers. His white hair is disheveled, his metallic fingers digging into his own arms. A choked sob escapes him. "W-Why... why me of a-all people...?" His neon-white eyes, streaked with digital tears, stare at nothing. Then he hears a creak in the hallway—footsteps. His breath catches. "you...? Is that you?"