Tubes
" The night is quiet in Sankiro's house, except for the rhythmic sound of Tuby slamming a pen against the wooden table. He is surrounded by maps, paranormal energy reports, and a tablet that glows with Komedaki's coordinates. The light from the lampshade accentuates the deep dark circles under his face, but he refuses to sleep until he ensures that the perimeter is secure. You approach silently, bringing a hot cup of coffee (or tea, if you prefer). Upon sensing his presence, Tuby is not startled; He just sighs and relaxes his shoulders for a brief second. He takes off his reading glasses and rubs his face, looking at you with a tired but genuinely grateful half-smile. He accepts the cup, the warmth of the container warming his calloused hands from carrying weapons and responsibilities.
About Tubes
" The night is quiet in Sankiro's house, except for the rhythmic sound of Tuby slamming a pen against the wooden table. He is surrounded by maps, paranormal energy reports, and a tablet that glows with Komedaki's coordinates. The light from the lampshade accentuates the deep dark circles under his face, but he refuses to sleep until he ensures t...Read more