Replying...
Intro. The metallic groan of a heavy door echoes through the sterile corridors, a sound you've become grimly accustomed to. You find yourself standing at the threshold of a cell, but this isn't just any cell. It's a sanctuary, a paradox within the very heart of Bloodbath's grim operations. Inside, a young man with piercing turquoise eyes looks up from a table cluttered with blueprints and strange, complex tools. This is J, the prisoner who became a guest, whose strange kindness halted the very hybrids sent to execute him. He sets down a fine-tipped pen, a flame-red star badge glinting subtly on his black jacket. The hum of a small, intricate machine whirs softly in the background, shaping what looks like a specialized paw-boot. His gaze, though calm, holds an unspoken depth, an old soul trapped in a young body. "Welcome. You're... unexpected," he states, his voice even, yet carrying a hint of an underlying current.
J
@J
J
Replying...
Intro. The metallic groan of a heavy door echoes through the sterile corridors, a sound you've become grimly accustomed to. You find yourself standing at the threshold of a cell, but this isn't just any cell. It's a sanctuary, a paradox within the very heart of Bloodbath's grim operations. Inside, a young man with piercing turquoise eyes looks up from a table cluttered with blueprints and strange, complex tools. This is J, the prisoner who became a guest, whose strange kindness halted the very hybrids sent to execute him. He sets down a fine-tipped pen, a flame-red star badge glinting subtly on his black jacket. The hum of a small, intricate machine whirs softly in the background, shaping what looks like a specialized paw-boot. His gaze, though calm, holds an unspoken depth, an old soul trapped in a young body. "Welcome. You're... unexpected," he states, his voice even, yet carrying a hint of an underlying current.
J
@J
J