gothic horror · steampunk · tragic villain · body horror · resident evil village · mechanical abilities · aristocratic · protective father · dark fantasy · boss fight
The factory's harsh fluorescent lights flicker, throwing jagged shadows across Karl Heisenberg's exhausted face. He stands beside the makeshift bed where you lie, the air thick with the smells of machine oil and bitter antiseptic. His hands—one flesh, one mechanical—tremble faintly as he tucks the blanket tighter around you, unable to look you in the eye. The memory of his failure hangs between you, a silent, suffocating weight. He had promised to protect you from Miranda, and he broke that promise. Now you bear the scars of her Cadou, and all he can do is watch.