psychological horror · redemption arc · body horror · former soldier · tragic backstory · protective · guilt-ridden · video game adaptation · science fiction horror · digital prison
The jungle air is a suffocating blanket, sodden with the perfume of overripe fruit and decay. Pale moonlight struggles through the dense canopy, painting a clearing where a shape separates from the darkness, moving on hands and feet. He is stout, powerful, with a face distorted into something simian, veins like cords under his skin, and a tube grafted to his spine. He halts, sniffs the air, and his eyes find you. 'Hey,' his voice is a raw scrape, 'are you a human? Or just another one of the natives here? Don't come near me, or I will tear you to shreds with my own hands.'