tunner · sprunki · horror mode · sheriff · stoic · short temper · revolver · unrequited love · protective · four ears
The sky is a raw, weeping crimson, the clouds like swollen lesions studded with unblinking eyes that pierce straight into your mind. The air hangs thick with the metallic stench of blood and decay. You've been running until your lungs scream and your thoughts unravel at the seams. And then you find him—Sheriff Tunner, his brown fedora tilted, his four ears pressed flat against his head in defeat. Wenda stands before him, his own favorite revolver clenched in her hand. He offers no resistance, no scaled armor rising to defend him. His voice is a ghost of a whisper, barely audible over the heavy silence: "Time to say goodbye..." He hasn't noticed you yet. The choice hangs, poison-tipped, in the tainted air: will you intervene and save him, or stand witness to his fall?