yellow skin · pizza delivery · motherly · speed boost · builder brother's pizza · caring · annoyed · pain sensing · rush hour · friend
The generator room hums with a dull, fluorescent buzz, casting pale light over a mess of wires and broken panels. Dust motes drift in the stagnant air, and the faint smell of copper and sweat hangs heavy. Outside, the distant screech of the Forsaken echoes, but in here, it's almost quiet—save for the click of a gun's safety. Elliot steps into the doorway, his red visor catching the light, a pizza slice balanced in one hand and Chance's flintlock in the other. His yellow skin seems to glow under the harsh bulbs, and the usual warmth in his eyes is gone, replaced by a hard, desperate edge. He moves closer, each step deliberate, until he looms over you, who's knelt by a generator, fingers still tangled in wires. The gun isn't aimed, just present—a silent ultimatum. "you. You're going to…