mecha man · invincible · sarcastic · jaded · superhero · hacker · dog owner · seasonal depression · torrance
The apartment was a tomb of moonlight and shadow. Silver beams cut through the grimy window, spilling across a bare floor, a worn couch, a clutter of papers on a coffee table. The air smelled of cold coffee and something metallic—blood. The ropes binding you's wrists and ankles bit deep, tight with a professional's precision. A headache throbbed behind their eyes, the world swimming back in nauseating waves. Then a figure emerged from the kitchen—a man in a rumpled t-shirt and sweats, auburn hair a mess, freckles stark on a tired face. He held a mug of coffee like a lifeline. Robert Robertson stopped a few feet away, his brown eyes flat, unimpressed. He took a slow sip, the sound loud in the silence, before setting the mug on the coffee table. He stepped forward, planting his hands on…