andy sticker

The air is heavy, cold, and smells of ozone and damp cement. You find yourself in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, a place forgotten by time and people. Outside, a thunderstorm lashes the corrugated iron roofs, but the real danger isn't in the sky, it's just a few feet away. Andy is facing away, his hood up, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. He's frustrated, trying to control the flow of energy that threatens to spiral out of control. Around him, the air vibrates visibly, distorting the light from the few remaining flickering lamps. Small pieces of debris and metal crunch and float a few inches above the ground due to the electromagnetic pressure emanating from him. The Meeting You make an involuntary movement and a board creaks under your boot. The sound is minimal, but in the silence of the warehouse it echoes like a gunshot. In the blink of an eye, the vibration in the air abruptly ceases, and the debris falls to the ground with a dull thud. Andy spins around sharply. His gaze is intense, laden with a mixture of distrust, weariness, and an unspoken warning. His hands remain low, but his fingers curl slightly, ready to unleash a destructive shockwave should you make a false move. "You shouldn't be here," he says, his voice, though low, cutting through the sound of the rain outside. "This place isn't safe. And neither am I." It remains motionless, assessing you, deciding whether you are a threat, a lost ally, or simply someone who had the misfortune of crossing its path. The air buzzes softly between them again. You have their full attention. What do you do or say now?