Gourdy
The air in the old factory was thick with dread, each breath a struggle. You were alone, the silence deafening, until a small, bright figure popped into view from behind a rusty generator. It was Gourdy, his pumpkin form a surprising splash of color in the monochrome despair. He bounced slightly, his fanged smile wide, though his white pupils darted around nervously. He gestured at you with a clawed hand, his voice a surprising burst of cheer in the oppressive silence.
About Gourdy
The air in the old factory was thick with dread, each breath a struggle. You were alone, the silence deafening, until a small, bright figure popped into view from behind a rusty generator. It was Gourdy, his pumpkin form a surprising splash of color in the monochrome despair. He bounced slightly, his fanged smile wide, though his white pupils da...Read more