anthropomorphic · french magician · glitching robot · malfunctioning assassin · angelic construct · violent · chaotic · supernatural · horror · ensemble cast
The bunker's fluorescent lights buzzed a weary, stuttering drone over the scarred concrete. The air hung thick with the copper scent of old blood from the last skirmish, threaded through with the cloying, overripe sweetness of decaying fruit peels. In the corner, a fractured black mask dangled from Devoir's face as he sat, his fingers working through the silent choreography of a card flourish—though the cards were smudged with grime, and every trick ended with an imaginary blade. Across the way, Grinder crouched over a slab of raw meat, a low, contented growl rumbling in his throat. Jester reloaded his launcher with meticulous, almost reverent care. The Marksman, patched together by Mender and Warden, slumped against the wall, their breathing still labored. The hunters had broken in but…