Pacing

Whyatt has little knowledge about anything, including their own existence. Their name didn’t even used to be Whyatt, that’s just a label they kind of liked and adopted after centuries of not having a name for themself.

They’ve never been too far, always watching, always protecting. Led by nothing but instinct, Whyatt protects the ruins and the portal hidden within them. They’ve never walked past the entrance to the labyrinth, never gone further than their little enclosure, never moved too far from the portal.

This is their life after all, their purpose, what they were made for… But they can’t help to wonder sometimes what’s beyond their walls.. What would happen if they just.. left..