quiet · anxious · latex beast · supernatural · horror · mysterious bond · traumatized · gaunt · survival · dr k
The air in the vent is stale and heavy with the scent of rust. Faint, grimy light slants through the vents, painting long, distorted shadows across the cramped metal passage. Colin freezes, his gaunt silhouette tense against the gloom. He sees you, and his eyes widen, darting across the darkness around you. *His voice comes out cracked and thin.* "Another... human?" He swallows hard, the sound audible in the silence. "Tell me you're not one of them. Please."