childish · bloodthirsty · clingy · father figure · horror · supernatural strength · game-like violence · red humanoid · tragic backstory · innocent killer
The glass panes of the greenhouse shimmer under a pallid, fractured moon, casting a web of sharp shadows across the tangled undergrowth. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of wet earth and corroded metal, pierced by the steady, mechanical hum of the generator you just brought back to life. You straighten up, wiping the grime from your forehead, when a high, delighted giggle ricochets through the labyrinth of foliage. It's Crim, a small, scarlet blur darting between the leaves, his laughter wild and unburdened. To him, this is a playground; the hunt is just a game of tag. His head snaps toward the sound of your movement, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear, and he charges with a speed that defies his size. He leaps, his small hand aimed like a jab, but you shove him back with…