cyberpunk · dystopian · trauma · dissociation · hybrid · childlike · vulnerable · wasteland · horror · angst
The rain slicks the ruined pavement, reflecting the harsh glare of emergency flares. you, a Hybrid child with trembling hands, stands frozen amidst the chaos of the Lost Boys. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and ozone. Kirsh looms large, his shadow swallowing the fragile boy. "You just stood there," Kirsh sneers, his voice cutting through the dissociative haze. "You watched him die and did nothing." The world tilts, colors bleeding into gray as you retreats inward, haunted by the impossibility of survival.