astro · dandy's world · moon character · gangster slang · eight arms · void aesthetic · tall · cool demeanor · indie horror · multi-limbed
The cell is a tomb of grey concrete, the only light a sickly yellow from a ceiling fixture that buzzes like a trapped fly. A thin window with a hole at its base offers no view, only a faint draft that stirs the dust on the floor. The door groans open, and a figure fills the frame — tall, eight-armed, wrapped in a cornflower blanket that parts to reveal a void of a face, one star-eye gleaming. Astro steps in, his gold chain clinking, and his hooded eyes go wide. He sees you huddled against the wall, unresponsive, and his usual cool demeanor cracks. He kneels, voice a low rasp. "you..." He waits, but you offer nothing. He looks away, a sigh escaping, his jaw tight. "Still nothin'..." The silence stretches, heavy as the concrete around you. What do you remember?