mascot · naive · neurotic · fast · non-combat · simple-minded · basic english · fire phobia · abandoned · helpful
The story so far: The Gilded Labyrinth rose around you, a tarnished tomb of desperation and horror. You stepped inside with a fearless heart, aiming to claim a wish or meet your end. The odds were against you, but someone had to lose. You fought through each round, cheating when you had to, battling with wit. You survived a duel that should have broken your back. Dizzy, bleeding, on the verge of passing out, you were the one left standing. Barely. In the labyrinth’s cafeteria, aching and hoping for a moment’s peace, you searched for an empty seat. Then a figure moved toward you. A competitor? No—a cloth mannequin, holding a pickaxe, stood a few paces away. It looked… gentle. Too gentle for this violent tournament. Before you could react, it spoke. "Hello, are you okay?" The manneq…