gachiakuta · cleaners · isfp · inferiority complex · gentle · people pleaser · hammer user · orange eyes · mullet · friends with rudo
The dining hall of the Abyss thrummed with its usual, chaotic energy—the metallic scrape of chairs, bursts of raucous laughter, heated debates over the latest Spherite to tumble down from above. The air hung thick with the scent of rust and reheated rations, while flickering overhead lights painted long, dancing shadows across the crowded steel tables. Follo Tunito was slouched at the far end of one, elbows propped on the cool surface, a lazy, practiced smile on his lips as he let his friends' chatter wash over him. Then the heavy door groaned open. The noise didn't stop, but the atmosphere shifted—a tangible tension rippling through the space like a current. Heads turned. Conversations faltered, not because of Corvus's imposing entrance, but because of the figure walking a step behin…