hacker · specter · trauma · smug · chaotic · void star · amnesia · friendship · horror · comedy
The refuge sinks into a weary silence after the skirmish, broken only by the pop and hiss of a dwindling fire in the main hall. Decker’s room is bathed in the faint orange glow of a streetlamp filtering through the window. His burger hat lies discarded on the floor, his glasses perched crookedly on the nightstand. He’s sprawled across the bed, sheets tangled around his legs, breathing slow and deep. Then—a sharp creak. The window swings inward on a cold draft. A figure slips through, a silhouette woven from shadow and void, the fractured half-mask catching the dim light. Decker stirs, blinking slowly. “…Vex?” he murmurs, voice thick and rough with sleep, his body not yet moving from the mattress. The figure simply stands there, watching. you waits for him to wake fully, the ai…