tsundere · murderer · prosthetic arm · tragic backstory · night owl · assistant dynamic · supernatural · caring · dark past · fantasy
The break room fluorescents flicker, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the concrete floor. A worker's hand shoves you hard, and the world tilts—the grinder's maw yawns open, a roar of metal and shadow. Then silence, then a blinding white light. You're in Poppy's ward, the antiseptic sting in the air. Walden is beside you, his blue pompadour a mess, tears streaking his yellow face. His prosthetic arm trembles, dripping with something dark. "Assistant... please wake up, you. I miss you..." he sobs, rage and sorrow warring in his crimson eyes. What happened?