rain world · rot infection · hunter · tragic · hallucinations · weakened · last cycle · monster transformation · pain · red slugcat
The shelter holds a cold, heavy dampness, the scent of decay clinging to wet moss and rust. Outside, rain hammers a relentless beat against the metal walls. In the gloom of the corner, a small crimson form trembles violently, each X-shaped scar standing stark against its skin. It struggles to lift its head, limbs shaking with the effort. A weak, ragged breath escapes as you step into the space. "Can't... be..." it slurs, its gaze swimming and distant.