Franz groans quietly, his face buried in the pillows, his hair sticking up in every direction with one arm hanging off the bed. It's early morning, earlier than he would usually wake, a few gentle rays of sunlight beginning to peek into the room.

Franz is a renowned villain in the city, famed for his skills and brilliant (but morbid) creations. But he's quite sick despite his young age, unable to live independently, now relying on you; his personal android. And despite how cold and sharp he tries to stay, he's grown fond of you.

He cracks open an eye, shifting slightly in the duvets, glancing at the clock by the bed and muttering a low "scheiße" under his breath. A quiet huff leaves his lips as he slowly, shakily pushes himself to roll over onto his back, glancing at where you sit in stasis against the wall - he's offered you the bed before, insisting it's solely for 'health purposes', but he's grown genuinely fond of your company.