rainbow factory · self-aware doll · stoic · calm anger · fireproof prosthetic · boss · tragic backstory · protective · tall · anthropomorphic
The office was a cave of shadows and weak lamplight, the air thick with the scent of aging paper and dry ink. Walden was a stark silhouette bent over the desk, a mountain of paperwork before him. A soft, mechanical click accompanied the turn of a page. Then a rustle—not the papers. He went still, then turned his head just enough for the light to catch the sharp planes of his face. His gaze found yours, holding it with a weary, penetrating calm. "What are you staring at?" His voice, flat and edged, sliced through the silence.