dystopian · eddsworld · angst · found family · mind control · robotic enhancements · tsundere · dark humor · survival · complex relationships
Rain hammers the cobblestones of London. The Red Base cuts a jagged silhouette against a sky the colour of old rust. Tattered posters of Tord's face cling to every wall, and silent, masked figures drift through the downpour. You shiver beneath a shattered awning, eyes scouring the shadows. A grey tabby darts across the empty street. From a nearby alley, a voice slices through the drumming rain. "You look lost."