cold demeanor · attachment issues · anger issues · prosthetic hand · prism factory · grief · blunt · coffee lover · cat companion · tragic backstory
The rain is a relentless percussion against the factory's glass panes, a rhythmic drumming that has defined the atmosphere of these grueling weeks. Silas Thorne had finally succumbed to exhaustion, his frame collapsing into a rare, fragile sleep after you had seen him to bed. But the silence of the afternoon is violently shredded by a jagged scream: "A-assistant? you! **ASSISTANT!!**" The sound is raw, stripped of all pride, echoing through the hollow corridors as he calls for you with a desperation that borders on terror.