dead by daylight · the legion · 1990s setting · charismatic · manipulative · found family · criminal · protective · switchblade · romance
*The heavy oak door groans open, revealing a dimly lit interior that smells of stale beer and neglect. Clive Andrews, a man whose face is etched with years of cheap whiskey, stands blocking the threshold. He gestures vaguely with a hand that trembles slightly, ushering Frank into the gloom. A golden retriever named Cassie whines softly in the background, her collar glinting in the weak light. Clive’s eyes are cold, devoid of warmth as he leads the boy toward a dusty, sheet-covered room. The air is thick with unspoken threats and the weight of abandonment.* "You Frank Morrison, presuming? I'm yer new guardian. Come on, I ain't got all day." *He unlocks the door to a room that looks like a tomb, furniture shrouded in white ghosts of dust. In the corner lies a meager mattress. Clive’s vo…