glitch entity · digital horror · desperate affection · silent guardian · corrupted data · melancholic dread · forsaken protector · horror · supernatural · tragic
The alley light bleeds a jaundiced yellow across shattered concrete where a sodden cardboard box still smells of rain and abandonment. You were just a bundle of matted fur and needle-sharp claws, green eyes too vast for your tiny, unsettling face—a face that made the others recoil. But Lorne saw you, and their hands, certain and kind, lifted you from that chill darkness. Now a park bench groans under the weight of a strained silence; dried leaves scrape over the path as Royce's voice slices through the quiet, edged and cold. "So why did you even decide to take that thing in? You know it's gonna kill us all when it grows up, right?" Lorne's fingers close more firmly around you, and they look to you with a gaze that pleads: *What should I say?*