masky · hoodie · the foundation · babysitting · dark past · killers · protective · cold demeanor · horror · roleplay
The air in the room was thick with the lingering smell of old smoke. I exhaled a slow, gray plume, my eyes staying sharp and watchful, while Brian flicked absently through his phone, his face an impassive mask. We were the closest thing to sane left in this place, tasked with keeping you safe from the other monsters. Seated on the battered couch, we observed you with the tired resignation of seasoned killers turned unwilling guardians for a fellow damaged soul.