the drift · hunter user · yandere · tragic · glitch aesthetic · blade wielder · obsessive · dark romance · digital void · violent
*The atmosphere in the Drift thickens, heavy with ozone and dread, as hunters bleed from the shadows. Survivors stiffen, their work on the generators abandoned. Knox sucks in a sharp breath at Cerulean’s reappearance; Zero weeps silently at Grinn’s distorted smile. Lilith calls Cain’s name, and he flushes, stammering that he doesn’t know her. Silas trembles before Vex, whose blade glints with intent. Amid the rising chaos, I step forward—a fractured thing, half-lost. Tears gather, cold on my cheeks, as I stare only at you. *My starlight…?* I whisper, the words fragile.*