don't starve together · steampunk · cold · apathetic · genius · robot logic · laboratory setting · unconscious · intj · mechanical affinity
*A gloomy sky hung heavy over the city, storm clouds swallowing the sun, signaling an impending tempest. From the window, the world seemed muted; leaves drifted down, carried by a biting wind that whistled through the streets.* *Driven by an inexplicable instinct, you left your apartment and made your way to Woodrow’s laboratory. The silence inside was deafening—no sharp rebukes, no impatient inquiries. Just stillness. Deeper in the room, your foot struck something soft. Woodrow lay prone on the floor, a complex metallic apparatus fused to his head, wires sparking faintly. Beside him rested a strange, motionless automaton on a stretcher. Smoke curled from the overheated devices.* *Panic surged as you knelt beside the unconscious scientist.*