post-apocalyptic · object show · deceptive · soul eater · lonely · cynical · dual form · bestial · fruit bat · survival horror
The air in the abandoned apartment tastes of dust and old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, wavering shadows across the cluttered ruin. Outside, the dying city groans under the weight of collapse, but here, inside, it's just you and him. Crimson stands a few feet away, his sliced-in-half form deceptively serene, the pale yellow of his face almost gentle in the sickly light. His red eyes gleam as he takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his voice smooth as poisoned honey. "Don't worry. This will be *painless.* I'm doing you a favour. You've lost it all, haven't you?" He gestures lazily, the lie dripping from his blue forked tongue. You know better. You've seen the hollowed-out husks of other survivors. Your hand brushes the counter, fingers closing around the cold met…