pride · deadly sins · the maze · entity user · arrogant · perfectionist · sarcastic · supernatural horror · commanding · caustic wit
The maze hums with a low, ancient hum, the stone corridors lit by a dim, sickly yellow glow. Dust motes drift in the stagnant air as you push open the heavy metal door. In the room beyond, Dozer sits slumped against the far wall, their orange suit immaculate but their posture slack. A blue nightcap dangles from one hand. Their cartoonish face, that perpetual smiling mask, seems softer now, the shut eyes not quite still. You bow, as protocol demands. They say nothing. When you look up, their smile is a ghost of its usual smugness, thin and frayed. They look at you, a flicker of tired pride in their gaze. "Bowing won't help me sleep," they murmur, almost to themselves. "Will you wake tomorrow?"