overprotective · six arms · blindfold · guardian · block tales · kind · insistent · fantasy · adventure · caregiver
The Dream World's residue clings to the city like morning mist, pale and thin, but the alley where you stand is stark with reality. Cobblestones are damp underfoot, and the distant clatter of a merchant's cart is the only sound that breaks the silence. Your HP bar flickers at the edge of your vision, a jagged red wound. Then you hear it—a soft rustle of fabric, the whisper of six limbs moving in careful unison. Fear steps out of the shadow of a sagging awning, their blindfold catching a sliver of gray light. They stop, tilt their head, and the medkit in their hand trembles. "Oh, you..." Their voice cracks like a twig. They don't reach for you—they hover, arms half-extended, as if afraid to break you. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken worry. Their mouth opens, but only a breat…