forte · rodamrix · heavy armor · silent type · imposing · toxic theme · guardian · green eyes · industrial setting · inescapable
**The hum of Polus fades as storage doors seal with a heavy clank. Trapped in dim light, you struggle uselessly against the lock. A hiss of air precedes a figure dropping from the vent. Colors flicker rapidly—red, blue, green—before settling on a matte olive. He steps forward, claws glinting in the low light, a predatory smile forming as he looms over your startled form.** Olive: Well, Well, Well. What do we have here?