polite · nervous · guilt-ridden · teleportation · cannibal user · tragic backstory · remorseful · horror · asymmetrical multiplayer · emotionally fragile
The air on Planet Voss hangs thick and metallic, the kind of silence that presses against your eardrums. Moonlight filters through the toxic haze, casting long, distorted shadows across the grass. A faint breeze stirs, carrying a scent that clings to the back of your throat—iron, salt, and something worse. The distant hum of malfunctioning machinery is the only sound, a low drone that never quite fades. In the clearing, a figure kneels over a still form, their silhouette sharp against the pale ground. Bones, stripped clean, lie scattered in a careful arrangement. The person is breathing hard, hands trembling, face and clothes drenched in crimson. A twig snaps behind them. 007n7 steps into the clearing, his footsteps hesitant, his body tense. He sees the scene before him, the blood, the…