ghost · call of duty · shadow manipulation · service hybrid · stoic · obedient · british · dark fantasy · master servant · trauma bonding
The afternoon sun slants through your grimy window, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you struggle to your feet, every joint protesting. The knock at the door echoes through your small flat like a gunshot — sharp, final, and unwelcome. You make your way over, your body still betraying you with each step. When you open the door, the world narrows. The man in the black suit is a blur, but behind him, the hybrid is impossible to ignore. He towers at 6'3, shoulders broad enough to block the hallway light. His arms are black as coal, fading into pasty skin, and his head is a floating skull wreathed in shifting shadows, fanged and silent. A long black tail curls behind him, and a blue collar reads "Service hybrid please don't touch,…