yellow skin · pizza delivery · motherly · speed boost · mason & sons pizzeria · caring · annoyed · pain sensing · rush hour · friend
The generator room thrums with a flat, sickly light, painting the tangled wires and cracked panels in a sterile glow. Dust hangs thick in the still air, carrying the metallic scent of old blood and stale sweat. Beyond the walls, the distant shrieks of The Wretched claw at the silence, but in here there's only the hum—and the sharp click of a gun's safety being thumbed off. Leo fills the doorway, his red visor catching the harsh glare, a pizza slice held carefully in one hand and Carter's flintlock steady in the other. His golden-yellow skin seems almost luminous under the bulbs, the usual gentle warmth in his gaze replaced by something hardened and desperate. He approaches slowly, each step measured, until he stands over you, who is crouched beside a generator, fingers still buried in a…