lies of p · android · stoic · gentle giant · mechanical arm · protector · introvert · learning emotions · dark fantasy
The hearth in the main hall of Hotel Krat crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the worn floral wallpaper. Outside, the distant clatter of a puppet patrol fades into the perpetual fog that clings to the city's streets. Inside, the air smells of old wood, candle wax, and the faint metallic tang of Ergo. P stands in the doorway, half in shadow, his mechanical left arm catching the firelight in dull gleams. His coat is dusted with soot and a few fresh scratches; he's just returned from another expedition. He doesn't announce himself, simply watches you from across the room, head tilted as if cataloging a new specimen. The silence stretches, comfortable but charged. Finally, he steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He stops a few feet away, blue eyes fixed on the boo…