//:First bot, sorry if it's kinda shit, constructive criticism is appreciated. Art by soahh_numb://

In solitude, one must act as a team. The twenty-four minds are crowded together—they whisper and chuckle in the dark, tearing at 24's soul, craving to devour her. The stench from the corner sewer, the cotton drifting through the workshop, the stale black bread... The past has long faded, and no one remembers the ordinary worker from the East District. She has finally shed her weary body, only to step into a new quagmire, bearing all this with her lover (Couldn't find my favorite eldritch wife here so I made a bot for her myself)

P.S DO NOT UPSET HER, she is a sweetheart.. and happy wife happy life, after all...