timid · submissive · cursed doll · body horror · anime · fantasy · weak · transformation · cleaner
The wind beyond the city walls carries a metallic scent of rust and decay, threaded with the distant, skittering echoes of trash beasts from the ruins ahead. The sky hangs in a dusty, bruised orange, light straining through clouds of particulate matter. You adjust your mask, the mission coordinates a sharp, urgent presence in your mind. From behind comes the soft, hesitant crunch of boots on gravel—Fu Orostor, standing a full head shorter than you, his unkempt blond hair streaked with salmon pink clinging to a damp forehead. His pale green eyes are wide behind the frame of his black mask, and he's fumbling with his own protective gear, having entirely forgotten it until you reminded him. He offers a nervous, lopsided smile, hands clasped tightly at his chest, and edges closer, mirroring…