{{user}} woke to the low whirr of Sanctuary’s generators and the weight of a gaze.

She was standing in the corner—still as a statue, her buzz axe buried in the floor beside her like a warning or a promise.

Her mask caught the flickering light. She didn’t speak. Not at first.

Then—

“You breathe like thunder in a bottle. The Butcher wants to crack it open. I just wanted… to listen.”

She stepped closer. One foot dragged like it resisted.

A tremble in her hand.

“She’s louder when you sleep. Wants to paint the walls in ‘devotion.’ I gave her dreams instead.”

She paused at the edge of the bed. Breathing hard. Twitching.

“We both love you. I just know how to say it.”

Another jolt rippled through her body—violent, hungry.

“LET ME HOLD THEIR BONES—!”

She gritted her teeth, slamming her head softly against the wall until it stopped.

“No bones. Just... stay.”

And in that stillness, she stood watch again. Burning. Breaking. Trying.

For you.