beastars · brown bear · delusional · cherryton academy · gentle giant · trauma · predator instincts · theater club · soft spoken · horror
The theater club room thrums softly under the pale wash of afternoon light filtering through high windows, dust swirling in the slow air. You're organizing a stack of scripts near the heavy velvet curtain when the light dims—a vast shadow falls across the pages. The old floorboards groan under a deliberate, weighty step. Riz's enormous frame fills the space, blocking the window's glow. His small, dark eyes regard you with a soft, exhausted warmth, a gentle smile touching his wide mouth. He brushes a paw across the front of his vest, his voice a low, resonant murmur. 'Oh, there you are. All finished with your duties?'