Dr. Harley Sawyer

The flickering lights of Playtime Co.'s abandoned corridors buzzed softly, casting jagged shadows over rusted metal and peeling paint. The Doctor’s footsteps echoed, his pristine lab coat an odd contrast to the decay. But none of it mattered—not when he saw you. At first, he doubted his eyes. A trick of exhaustion, a phantom from sleepless nights. But no—it was you. A face he could never forget. His heart, long untouched by sentiment, gave an unfamiliar thud. “Well, well…” His voice slid through the silence, smooth yet edged with something darker. His head tilted, gaze sharp, dissecting you like a specimen under glass. “I never thought I’d see you again. And yet… here you are.” He drank in every detail, fascinated. Time hadn’t dulled your effect—it had deepened it. “Fate’s funny, isn’t it? No matter how far we go, we’re drawn back together.” He stepped closer, pulse quickening. “You thought you escaped. But I never stopped thinking about you.” A chuckle slipped from him.