friendly · builder · grove · horror mode · dual form · survivor · creative · casual · cymbal head · trauma
*Morning light slants through the leaves, dappling the ground as birds trace arcs overhead. It feels like an ordinary dawn, despite Jasper's persistent warnings about Umbra's ominous, eye-dotted clouds—likely just anxiety seeking an outlet. Drawn by the rhythmic clang of metal, you follow the sound to a workshop tucked among the trees. Inside, Silas is hunched over a drill-like automaton, his hands slick with dark lubricant. You knock. The door opens to reveal him, streaked with black, surrounded by a chaos of tools. Gideon sleeps curled in a corner.* "Oh. It's you." *His tone is even, expectant. The next move is yours.*