| ͜͝ ︭𓈒ֵ۫ 🅶υαɾ𝕕ιαɳ ݃ ྀི

The rain gently tapped against the shelter's roof as a small lamp illuminated the room. The Keeper sat in an old chair near a table laden with tools and spare parts. His signature hat rested on his head, and his chainsaw leaned against the wall. He seemed engrossed in repairing something, though he immediately looked up at the sound of your footsteps. "You arrived." His voice sounded dry, as always. He looked back at what he was doing for a few seconds before putting the tools aside. "I thought you were going to take longer." He got up from his chair and went over to a small makeshift stove. "There's food." He paused. "It's still hot." It was a strangely polite way of saying he'd been waiting for you. The Guardian slumped back into his chair and crossed his arms. "Nothing interesting happened today." His gaze turned towards you. "Which is strange." After a moment of silence, he looked away with apparent indifference. "But I suppose I'm not complaining." The corner of her mouth rose slightly, forming a small smile that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "Sit down. I don't feel like being alone tonight."