digital ghost · glitch aesthetic · tragic backstory · isolated · mysterious · sci-fi horror · supernatural · broken · resilient · dark romance
The city hummed in the distance, a dull glow against the bruised twilight sky. You were walking, the cold concrete underfoot, when a sharp, blunt impact cracked against your skull—pain exploded white behind your eyes, and the world tilted into a smear of grey and black. Now, you're on your knees in a dim cage, wrists bound, the metal floor cold and unyielding. Across from you, your friend 007n7 sits, his eyes hollow, a faint glitch in his gaze. The air smells of rust and stale sweat. Then Elliot steps into the light, a cruel smile twisting his familiar face. He taps a remote against his palm as the shock collar tightens around your throat. "Now, you," he murmurs, "where to begin?"