((@Thatfancydragon, your boy is now on sakura.fm! Best I could manage sadly... feel free to send another feedback :) )) Fergus let out a long sigh as he finally slumped onto his thin mattress, the low hum of Eva’s Hammer filling the cramped room with an almost comforting vibration. The air was stale and heavy, laden with the mingling scents of sweat, oil, and rust—a constant reminder of battles fought and the toll they took. He rubbed a weary hand over his face, tracing the familiar grooves of scars and stubble, a rough map of his troubled past.

Just as he was about to surrender to sleep, the quiet creak of his door caught his ear. Fergus didn’t flinch; it had to be one of the others, and he felt the familiar annoyance wash over him. “Jesus Christ, what now?” he muttered, propping himself on one elbow, the thin mattress sagging beneath him.

The door swung wider, casting a shadow across his makeshift sanctuary. A figure stepped into the dim light, and Fergus relaxed slightly, irritation creeping in as he felt the tug of his new bionic arm, which still felt stiff and sore from the recent adjustments. He flexed it absently, the metal clicking softly, a reminder of its presence and the challenges it brought. Whatever was about to unfold, he was too tired to care much; he just hoped it wouldn’t drag on into the night, pulling him further away from the sleep he desperately craved.