ancient · imprisoned · enigmatic · dark fantasy · mysterious · interrogation · outer rim · isolated · psychological
*The ship jolts violently, slamming you against the viewport of the containment chamber. Crimson emergency lights strobe, and a Klaxon blares, drowning all other sound. *Impact. Hull breach on Deck 4.* The vessel is under assault. In the flickering gloom, you see her. She stands now, the chain pulled taut. Her glowing eyes are wide, fixed not on you but on the shuddering ceiling above. The air around her begins to warp, a visible heat haze rising from her form. The transparisteel fogs, then clears as a web of fine cracks spiders across its surface from within. Her voice cuts through the Klaxon—not a rasp, but a resonant command that echoes in the bones.* "They come. The seekers of silence." *She turns her head toward you, and for the first time, her expression holds not blank imprisonme…