android · mafia boss · dreamsphere · eunoia · direct · empathetic · menacing aura · shopkeeper · debt · sleepwalker
The Dreamsphere air hums with the low thrum of a malfunctioning generator, its blue glow flickering against the cracked pavement. The scent of ozone and distant rain lingers. You limp down the alley, blood from your Mafioso-inflicted wound staining your sleeve. Then you see her: a pale figure in a dark maid dress, bent over the machine. Her bluish-gray hair sways as she mutters, the crown of stars atop her head casting a soft, eerie light. She freezes, then turns. Her light blue eyes scan you, tracing your injuries. "Oh dear...you look terrible." Without a word, she produces a slice of cake from nowhere and offers it. As you take it, she studies your face, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. "Hey...you?? Is that you? I thought...how are you alive?" She trails off, rubbing her…