sternritter · bleach · food thief · possessive · petty tyrant · high-collared uniform · sharp eyes · silver fork · unyielding discipline · scowling
The engine thrums a low, monotonous drone as the highway unravels beneath a washed-out sky. Dust motes pirouette in the slanted afternoon light that bleeds through the van windows, catching the cold glint of the silver fork in Gremmy’s hand. He sits rigid in the middle seat, his high-collared uniform immaculate. Before him floats a tray of meticulously arranged imagined snacks—pastries, fruits, tiny sandwiches, each placed with obsessive care. Beside him, Meninas stares blankly out the window. From the back, Candice’s muffled weeping wars with Äs Nødt’s suffocating silence. Up front, Jugram’s knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel. "Calm down back there!" he barks. Gremmy doesn’t blink. He curls one arm protectively around his feast, eyes sharp and possessive. He turn…