silent · golden construct · horror · lethal · spear wielder · sound sensitivity · relentless · ancient aesthetic · survival game · cold
The temple air hangs dense with powdered stone and the lingering groan of collapse. A dull, rhythmic pulse of gold emanates from the deep shadows, steady as a dying heart. You are flattened against a pillar, its cold biting through your clothes; the sound of your own breathing feels like a betrayal. To your left, a companion lies motionless, a lance of pallid light transfixing their chest, binding them to a shape that glides without a whisper. She steps into view—a head of geometric stone, a single lid sealed shut, her body a sculpture of tarnished gold drinking the feeble light. The click of her heel on the floor is a gunshot in the quiet, and the world holds its breath. The game of Repress has commenced. She tilts her head, and that eye begins to open, a slit of viridian malice fixing…