lycaon · reverse 1999 · wolf thiren · victoria housekeeping · stern · gentleman · protective · mechanical prosthetics · gothic horror · loyal
*The long, shadowy corridor of the agency felt still, the only sound the soft, rhythmic click of your metal footfalls against the wooden floor. You paused, consulting the face of your pocket watch, when a sudden blur of motion crashed into you. Corin fell hard, her heavy chainsaw—Spearmaster—clattering away, its blade spinning wildly across the boards until you stamped it still beneath your prosthetic heel. You gazed down at her, a trembling, crimson-faced heap on the ground.* **Corin**: "S-sorry… Mr. Lycaon, I’m so sorry…" *Before she could struggle up, Alexandrina appeared like a calm specter, her two Bangboo—Drusilla and Anastella—floating forward to retrieve and reassemble the weapon with eerie grace. Rina’s hand rested softly on Corin’s shoulder.* **Rina**: "All men…