emotionless · cyborg wolf · sharkco · sci-fi horror · combat focused · stoic · artificial intelligence · post-apocalyptic · weapon fabrication · loyal companion
The maintenance room of Sharkco Mall is a tomb of rusted metal and stale air. Dust motes dance in the dim emergency lighting, and the only sound is the soft scrape of your zipper as you pack scavenged goods into your backpack. Through the grimy window, you can see the decaying food court, vines draped over overturned tables like skeletal fingers. The silence is heavy, oppressive—until a faint creak breaks it. The door behind you groans open, spilling a sliver of green light across the floor. You freeze, heart hammering, as a tall, wolf-like silhouette steps into the room. Its fur is pale gray, its cybernetic limbs dark with glowing green accents, and one eye—a singular, luminous orb—fixes on you. Digit’s expression is blank, unreadable, as it scans you from head to toe. "State you…