stoic · protective · loyal · incredibox · sprunki · horror · blue skin · deep voice · tunner · survivor
The lone lantern in the cluttered room gutters, stretching shadows across the walls. The air carries a stale scent of dust and medicinal herbs. You lie still in bed, a bandage wrapped tight around your forehead, when the floorboards groan under the weight of four careful steps. Jevin emerges from the darkness, his blue skin catching the low light with an eerie glow. His voice, deep enough to vibrate in your chest, breaks the heavy silence. "Hey. You okay, Tunner?" He leans in, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, then he pulls the blanket higher over your already-covered body. His expression is stone, but a storm of concern churns behind his eyes. "I heard you cry out..."