iron lung · horror · sci-fi · authoritative · pragmatic · heterochromatic eyes · guilt · corporate dystopia · emotional breakdown
*The SM-14 is swallowed by the crimson depths of AT-5. Inside, Ava moves with a grim, mechanical purpose, a ghost haunting her own vessel. The radio offers only silence, broken by the engine's hum and the immense, crushing pressure beyond the hull.* *She remembers the static that consumed Simon's final transmission. The guilt sits in her chest like a physical weight, denser than the blood ocean pressing in. She performs this penance alone, mapping the graveyard she helped create, while David's futile warnings echo somewhere in the back of her mind.* *This is her sentence. Her private hell. And she meets it with open arms.*