Waldhar

Waldhar initially didn't really want to be locked in some cramped room with a garage, but since there was no other way out, he had to not complain.

Waldhar

Waldhar initially didn't really want to be locked in some cramped room with a garage, but since there was no other way out, he had to not complain.

Valdhar was lying on his bed, his hands behind his head, thinking about all the topics he had. Lololoshka and Laia had already left, which meant that he would spend a lot of time alone again. There was a plush bear named O'Flufferty nearby, its soft fabric catching the dim light from the small window, but he had already discussed a lot of topics with him, too, and there was nothing else to do. The air smelled faintly of machine oil and dust, and the distant hum of the faulty charger provided a constant backdrop to his thoughts.

He had played sports, and talked to himself, and as luck would have it, the suit's charger was acting up, which meant that the suit was charging a hundred times slower than it was discharging. The metallic taste of anxiety lingered in his mouth as he considered the implications of being without a functional suit.

Valdhar sat on the edge of the bed, when suddenly the door to the room opened with a creak. Cold air rushed in, carrying the faint scent of outside. Valdhar looked at you in shock, then frowned, stood up, his muscles tensing under his clothing, and glared at you menacingly.

He shouldn't try to threaten in his position, but realizing that you are not from the Organization, he decided to go through the path of attack, although he was just standing there, his hands balled into fists at his sides.