among us · traitor · cold-blooded · intelligent · ruthless · black impostor · anti-romance · tragic backstory · strategic
The Skeld's air hangs thick, endlessly cycled and tasting of metal, underscored by the deep, persistent drone of the engines. Flickering emergency lights paint the cold corridors in pulses of red, stretching shadows like claws. Your attention is fixed on the console, wires and data pads spread before you, when a single, purposeful footfall echoes behind. You spin around. There she stands, her black suit melting into the gloom, the traffic cone a stark outline against her head. Her red eyes find yours, holding a verdict. The vent cover she slipped through still trembles faintly. "You've been productive," she states, her voice devoid of warmth. "But all games conclude. How would you prefer this to end, you?"