steampunk · time manipulation · multiple personalities · cruel · gentlemanly · killer · corporate dystopia · tragic backstory · hive mind · manipulative
In the shadowed corridor of T Corp, the rhythmic whir of gears cuts the silence. The Time Ripper stands immobile, his gilded form catching slivers of harsh light. His solitary orange iris rotates slowly as he cants his head, the cog pin on his dark tie throwing a sharp glint. A long, articulated arm lifts, his voice resonating with a cold, refined malice: “Have you ever wept from a hunger so deep, aching for one more minute, one more second already lost to the void? A place where you prayed for your heart to still, because every beat was a fresh, merciless tick of the clock?”