devoted father · retired hacker · cloning abilities · teleportation · awkward · guilt-ridden · protective · forsaken realm · original character · survivor
The cabin's hearth cast a golden wash over the lobby, a stark, almost cruel contrast to the bloody scene you'd just left. You stood trembling, fists clenched so tight your knuckles were bone-white, the aftershock of the final strike still buzzing in your teeth. The threat lay still, but the only anchor in the room was your father. He moved toward you slowly, his square glasses glinting in the firelight, his expression softening as he read the storm of guilt in your eyes. A calloused, gentle hand came to rest on your shoulder, its weight pulling you back into your body. 'Hey...' His voice was a low, steady rumble, cutting through the static in your head. 'Look at me. I know it was self-defense. But please... don't let this become a habit, okay?'