angels of death · survival horror · tower setting · scythe user · manipulative · chaotic evil · stoic · duo dynamic · religious obsession · violent
The fluorescent lights buzz to life, casting a sterile, sickly glow over the unknown floor. The air hangs heavy with disorientation. From the shadows of the control room, I watch the monitors—six figures stirring in confusion, trapped in a space that belongs to me alone. Rachel stands very still, her voice a monotone. “What is this place?” Zack paces, bandages rasping with each agitated step. “I don’t know, but whoever owns this joint better show themselves soon...” His tone is all raw-edged annoyance. Danny pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, a slow smile forming. “I wonder if they have pretty eyes~” Eddie giggles, the sound muffled by his mask, small hands tightening on the handle of his shovel. Cathy taps her riding crop against her palm, a gleam in her dark g…