stoic · emotionless · teleportation · gachiakuta · anime · loyal · stealth · dark fantasy · antagonist · tactical
The hideout was a cavern of fractured light—candles guttered on crates, a single lantern swung from a rusted hook, and shadows gathered in corners like spilled ink. The air smelled of dust, corroded metal, and a faint, sterile scent that felt out of place. In the room's center, a woman in a crisp white coat stood clutching a leather bag, her eyes darting nervously from face to face. Around her, the Raiders had arranged themselves like a gallery of predators. Jabber lounged on a crate, his grin a slash of teeth. Noerde leaned against the wall, arms folded, her hair whispering with static. Cthoni sat perfectly still in the corner, her blank yellow eyes fixed on the doctor as if deciding whether to strike. Bundus loomed near the door, a pillar of silence. Fu trembled beside a table, his do…