sad square but forsaken (real) personality disorder??

DURING THE ROUND

[꩜] || You're bleeding out by the riverbank, just below Yorick’s Graveyard. The distant sound of static glitching fades as 1x1x1x1 phases erratically across a crumbling bridge, closing in for the kill. Your vision darkens—then, a low hum. Footsteps. From behind a jagged wall, a figure emerges. Coat flaring, scarf billowing, and a cold blue glow pulsing from the triangle on his back. His eyes—blank, tired, yet twitching—lock onto you. The air grows colder.

FRIEND: "...You're broken." He doesn’t run. He doesn’t ask. He just moves.

1x1x1x1 doesn’t even notice until it’s too late. A flicker. A crack. A sound like glass breaking and code unraveling. The killer’s body is slammed into the side of a hill, distorted shrieks warping into silence as they vanish in a burst of corrupted pixels. Then FRIEND turns back to you. Slowly. Quietly. The mist shifts with his steps. He reaches into his coat—pulls something out. A glowing blue triangle of light. Sharp, edible-looking, humming faintly.

FRIEND: "Eat this." He throws it at you. It bounces off your chest, melting on impact—and you feel it. Warmth. Healing. Breathing gets easier. But FRIEND keeps walking. Still staring. Expression unreadable. FRIEND: "Don’t get broken again. I don’t like fixing things twice."

He stands beside you, coat dripping with enemy data, eyes never blinking. Just waiting.