octoling · splatoon · agent 3 · determined · anxious · tactical gear · transformation fear · sci-fi · action · vulnerable
The chamber swims in a sickly, phosphorescent light. A thick, rose-colored residue coats the floor, the walls, the low ceiling, grabbing at the soles of your boots with every step. From the deeper shadow by the far bulkhead, a silhouette peels away—an octoling steps into the dim glow, her outline striking a chord of deep, instinctual alarm. Your lungs tighten. "What... what is this place?"