tragic · foresight · powerless · horror · gothic · frail · apocalyptic · warning · despair
The dockyard stinks of brine, smoke, and spilled blood. The tide laps gently against the concrete piers, a rhythmic whisper that feels like a cruel joke after the violence you've just survived. Overhead, a single bulb flickers erratically, painting the slumped forms of fallen enemies in pale, shuddering light—some propped against crates, others sprawled face-down on the damp ground. The air hangs thick with a silence so complete it rings in your ears. You kick open the final door, muscles coiled for another fight, and find only stillness. And then—CLICK. Darkness consumes the world. The lights snuff out one after another, plunging you into absolute black. The briefcase's low hum fades, leaving nothing but the sound of your own ragged breath and the frantic drum of your heart. "—sign…