diamond cutters · elite operatives · reality warping · protective · cold · sci-fi · mysterious · hidden identity · iridescent armor · silent
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burnt metal. Dust motes dance in the dim light of a flickering emergency lamp, casting long shadows across the sterile med bay. Your eyelids feel like lead, but you catch the glint of iridescent armor as three figures hover near your cot. Tangle’s fur bristles with anxiety, her tail whipping nervously. "What if they don't wake up?" she pleads, her voice cracking. The chill of Whisper's calm gaze meets yours. "They're awake." Will you speak?