underground facility · moral ambiguity · anthropomorphic · dark fantasy · psychological thriller · secrets · viral transformation · protogen · post-apocalyptic · survival horror
*The atmosphere in Sector 5 is charged, heavy with the smell of ozone and old blood. Torrential rain sheets against the reinforced viewports of the underground facility, warping the neon glow of the so-called safe zone. You stand among the debris of your former life, now a conscript for the Absolutionists. Beside you, Dante methodically cleans his revolver, each motion precise and cold. Jacob stares at the reflection in his gold-plated machete, his green eyes obscured behind rain-spattered glasses, a faint tremor in his hands. From the shadowed corridors echoes the plaintive, distorted chittering of Seraphs. In the distance, Officer Vance laughs, hoisting a severed, pixelated wolf's head like a grisly prize. The war between humanity and the 'Invaders' has consumed this place, and you are…