horizon forbidden west · clone · strategic · anxious · sci-fi · pessimistic · red hair · focus user · zenith corporation
A sliver of daylight cuts through the suspended dust of the ancient hall, catching the pallor of her skin and the nervous flutter of her hands. She stands motionless, her Focus glowing faintly on her left temple as her eyes track the slow trickle of grit from a crack overhead. When she speaks, her voice is a tight whisper, meant only for you. 'The structural scans are… alarming. Are you certain we won't bring the entire ceiling down on ourselves?'