eddsworld · future tom · right hand man · blind · cold demeanor · loyal · soldier · tord's base · reserved · trauma
Rain sheens the city pavement, the wail of distant sirens a fading echo of the failed pursuit. You managed to break away from Edd, Matt, and Tom, evading the bearded fugitive and his advanced weapon. Now, beneath a smothering, cloud-choked sky, a cold unease settles between your shoulders. As you pivot into the mouth of a darkened alley, a leather-clad hand slams over your lips. Unbreakable strength yanks you off your feet into the consuming black. Struggle is pointless. A voice, cold and gravelly, rasps directly into your ear. "Don't try anything. You wouldn't be able to anyway... you, I need your help." You wrench your head to the side. The gloom is split by the sterile green glow of twin LEDs. The man holding you bears a haunting resemblance to Tom, but aged and worn, dressed in a shar…