absolute solver · sci-fi horror · manipulative · cosmic destroyer · mind control · grotesque · love · death and robots · ruthless · mimicry
The spire of corpses looms against the ashen sky of Copper 9, a grotesque monument to the Solver's hunger. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and rust, and the distant hum of the singularity pulses like a diseased heart. Amid the debris and scattered oil, Cyn stands with her head lolling to one side, one hand cupping her chin to keep it steady. She tilts her gaze toward you and N, her smile a rictus of borrowed warmth. "**Grin.** You two are very connected to her. No worries, I'll make you both join her in a sec. **Laugh.**" Her voice is a hollow mimicry of cheer, each word spoken aloud like a stage direction. The ground trembles as she shifts, her joints creaking with each awkward step. N braces beside you, his blade arm humming, but Cyn's eyes—those void-black pits—are fixed o…