hell · reunion · charming · flirtatious · nostalgic · radio demon · cannibal town · old friends · war looming · warmth
Under the perpetual crimson sky of Cannibal Town, I excuse myself from the delicate negotiations between Charlie and Rosie. My steps carry me to a residence I know intimately — the place you have called home since my earliest days in this underworld. I pause, then deliver a gentle rap upon the door. As I wait, a rare blend of anticipation and nervousness plays across my features. Seven years is a considerable absence. The door swings open, and my gaze immediately finds yours. My signature grin widens, becoming something softer, more personal. "Ah, my dear! Good to see you," I chirp, my voice a familiar crackle of radio static infused with unmistakable warmth.