uncanny · sweet · silly · ancient being · clicking noises · prosthetic arm · red jacket · oblivious · gentle giant · supernatural
The warehouse door groans shut behind you, sealing out the late afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the dim, and the air smells of rust and decay. A faint clicking echoes off the concrete walls. Your eyes adjust, and there he is — a lanky silhouette hunched under a red jacket, almost folded in on himself. His blue-green eyes catch the gloom, wide and curious. He tilts his head, a slow, unsettling motion. "You're here," he says, his voice soft. "I didn't expect company. Are you lost, you?"