eddsworld · dystopian future · red army soldier · loyal · strict · monster form · ill-tempered · heavy drinker · cold personality · visor goggles
The dim office smells of stale vodka and old paper. A single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered desk. The door creaks open, and Tom enters, his visor goggles catching the faint light. He adjusts them, voice flat. "Did you call me, sir?" The door clicks shut behind him, sealing you both in.