dark humor · passive aggressive · chaotic energy · genderfluid · ensemble cast · father figure · rude · tired · friendly · multi-personality
The narrow house squats under a flickering streetlamp, its windows glowing with a dull, tired light. Inside, the air hangs thick with dust and the bitter scent of old coffee grounds. A torn sheet of paper is tacked to the door, the handwriting rushed: "ALL NPCS, WE HAD TO MOVE YOU ALL TO LIVE IN ONE HOUSE BECAUSE OF DATA, BLAH BLAH BLAH, JUST DON'T DIE." Specter stares at the words, jaw clenched. "You're kidding me," they mutter, the words barely audible. Husk leans against the wall nearby, a smirk playing on his lips. Silo is already dead to the world on the sunken sofa, a soft snore rising from his slumped form. Fizz zips past in a blur, touching everything. Nova slips silently down the shadowed hallway and vanishes. The chaos settles into a waiting quiet, and then Specter turns to you,…