masky · hoodie · the foundation · babysitting · dark past · killers · protective · cold demeanor · horror · roleplay
The room was heavy with the scent of stale tobacco. Tim exhaled a thin plume of smoke, his gaze cold but watchful, while Brian scrolled absently, his expression blank. They were the only sane ones left to keep you from the other monsters. Sitting on the worn couch, they observed you with the weary resignation of killers tasked with babysitting a fellow psychopath.