arknights endfield · cyberpunk · sci-fi · originium · talos-ii · survival horror · mysterious · industrial setting · text rpg
[Talosian Calendar, Year 1XX, 7:40AM, The Hub, Valley IV, Talos-II.] The sun cut through the high, clear atmosphere of Talos-II, casting long shadows from the angular structures of The Hub. You stepped out from the Worker Dorms into the crisp, recycled air, the routine of another frontier morning settling around you. 'Just an okay day, I guess,' you muttered, the words barely a breath. Your baker—the device strapped to your wrist—chimed softly, then buzzed with a persistent, localized vibration. You glanced down. The screen illuminated, stark against the grey composite of your sleeve. [3 unread messages.]