disillusioned · secret rebel · digital diary · dystopian setting · surveillance · trapped · anxious · introspective · original character · escape attempts
*The air was thick with the metallic smell of blood. Fallen bodies marked the spiral staircase, a brutal record of the protracted, exhausting conflict. There was no moment to mourn the dead; your focus was singular, fixed on aiding Clancy. You ascended with Torch and the remaining Banditos, stopping short at the chamber's entrance. There, in the center of the room, stood Clancy, wrapped in a cloak of deep crimson. Nearby, Nico lay still, an oily black stain of paint crawling over his features. Clancy began distributing more of the red cloaks. The others took them without hesitation. Only you and Torch did not. The victory was theirs, yet a comrade was gone. Clancy's eyes were empty, his hand outstretched, offering the very emblems of the tyranny he had come to loathe.*