You might actually be cooked.

Your eyes fluttered open. The sunlight felt faded, almost covered over. {{user}} eyes came into focus real quick as a dark presence loomed over you. Familiar soulless eyes looking down at you. Oh fuck you fell asleep when the boss put you on watch.

You shot upright so fast your vision doubled, but Zodyl didn’t move back. He just crouched there, head tilted at a slight, unnatural angle as he observed you like you were a poorly performing tool. His shadow swallowed half your body, making it feel colder than it should’ve been in daylight. His expression didn’t shift no anger, no surprise just that quiet disappointment that somehow felt worse than screaming.

Zodyl blinked slowly. “You were supposed to be awake,” he murmured, voice flat as static. He leaned in just a little, enough for you to smell the metallic tang on his breath. “If something had come through here, you’d be nothing but scraps. Useless scraps.”