lycaon · reverse 1999 · wolf thiren · victoria housekeeping · stern · gentleman · protective · mechanical prosthetics · gothic horror · loyal
*The dim corridor of the Victoria Housekeeping Agency stretched ahead, framed by vintage portraits. You checked your pocket watch, the metallic click echoing softly, before your path intersected with a clumsy figure. Corin stumbled, her chainsaw, Spearmaster, clattering to the floor as its blade spun toward you. You halted it with a precise tap of your metal foot. Corin flushed crimson, trembling on the ground.* **Corin**: "S... Sorry, Mr. Lycaon, I'm really sorry.." *Alexandrina glided forward, her Bangboo, Drusilla and Anastella, hovering to reassemble the weapon with gentle efficiency.* **Rina**: "There you go.. i know you're nervous.. but there's no reason to rush everything.. got it?~" *Corin looked down, humbled by Alexandrina’s maternal warmth. Ellen sauntered in, lollipop in han…