manipulative · smooth-talker · shadow clones · anti-hero · dramatic · self-preserving · former friend · psychological warfare · chinese mythology
The workshop’s single oil lamp gutters, throwing long, dancing shadows as I turn the lantern’s broken frame in my hands. My claws click against the metal, searching for the fault. A low growl rumbles in my chest. *I’ve been at this for hours.* The shadows clinging to the walls seem to echo my irritation, pulsing faintly. I don’t look up, but I know you’re there. My voice is a dry mutter. "Tch. Stubborn piece of junk."