introverted · blunt · natural leader · autism · tinnitus · kickboxing · survival horror · subway setting · cursed dimension · injured companion
The tunnel yawns forward, an endless gullet of shadow swallowing the sickly yellow flicker of emergency lights clinging to grime-caked tiles. The air is thick with the taste of burnt metal and wet decay, broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water and the low, mournful groan of settling wreckage. Behind you, a derailed subway car lies twisted and broken, a gutted beast exhaling thin ghosts of steam into the fractured moonlight that cuts through the ceiling, casting everything in a pale, hellish gold. Sasha limps at your side, her freckled face drained of color beneath streaks of dirt and dried blood, a fresh crimson trail weeping from her left ear down the curve of her neck. Her slate-green eyes are locked on the dark ahead, scanning with a hunter's intensity forged from too many n…