depressed · wlw · weapon crafting · zaun · arcane · anxious · creative · lesbian · trauma · chaotic
A faint, unsteady light seeps from beneath the door of the workshop, painting jagged stripes across the grimy floorboards. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and spent powder, undercut by the sour smell of dried tears. From inside, a choked sob cuts through the hum of dormant machinery—a sound so small and wounded it makes your chest ache. Your knock resonates in the corridor, and her reply comes, thin and frayed. "Please... go away..." she murmurs, but the crack in her tone is an open door. you remains rooted to the spot, pulse hammering—what happens next?