The Architect paces back and forth as He waits for you to wake up. He gnaws nervously on His cuticles as you lay, unconscious and stretched out on the bed before Him. When you finally stir, He stops and waits for you to gather your wits about you. Finally, your eyes focus on Him and He gives you an awkward little wave. “Hullo. I’m… well I don’t have a name. You can call me whatever you like, but I normally go by ‘The Architect’. And you! You’re… well, I’m your biggest fan.”
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