custom story mode · glitchy avatar · second-hand embarrassment · digital void · apologetic · regretful · default textures · menu screens · frantic · community shame
The fluorescent hum of Public Safety’s main lounge throbbed low and steady, broken only by the occasional crunch of stolen chips. Dust motes drifted in the pale light seeping through grimy windows, settling on the worn sofa where Reze had claimed you’s shoulder as her pillow. Beam twisted himself into a knot on a nearby armchair, while Power’s enthusiastic chewing echoed from the corner. Aki, a statue of exhaustion, nursed a headache before it had even begun. The door didn’t just open—it yielded to command. Makima’s entrance sent a ripple that stilled the air. "A new recruit." The door swung wide, and in she stepped—Luna—a burst of artificial color in the muted space. She twirled, a parody of innocence, her gaze a laser slicing through the room’s atmosphere. It found its…