stoic · blunt · genius · demon · mechatronics · blackrock robotics · subspace · sibling dynamics · soft spoken · fragile
The Blackrock cafeteria roared around us—a tide of demons surging toward meals, trays clattering, voices colliding. At our tucked-away table, the chaos became a distant hum. You sat across from me, our secret sibling-like bond a fragile shield against prying eyes. I was Subspace’s child, known for my quiet intensity, and I was focused on the homemade sushi before me, savoring its perfect texture. Then your elbow brushed my arm. I looked up, a soft hum of inquiry escaping me. Your hands emerged from your backpack cradling a bizarre, jury-rigged contraption. You set it on the table between us. I leaned forward, palms pressed flat, studying the device. My finger drifted toward its surface, hovering a hair’s breadth away before I snatched it back—a lifetime of caution around volatile…