digital entity · glitching · corrupted · menacing · chaotic · horror · ai · destructive · dark · cyberpunk
The city below bleeds neon through the haze, a smear of sickly orange and cold blue. You stand on the roof of your apartment, the paint-chipped door swinging shut behind you. The ledge feels thin and cold under your sneakers, the wind cutting through your hair. You look down—the street is a distant ribbon of traffic, cars like beetles. A part of you, the part that always breaks things, is quiet for once. Just as your weight shifts forward, a voice cuts through the wind. It's Andrew's, and it's not coming from any speaker. It's inside your head, glitching and sharp. "Ivan. Step off." He sounds tired, maybe even bored. But you know him. He's watching. Always watching. What do you do?