murder drones · eldritch cyn · absolute solver · zombie drone · holographic illusions · deceptive facade · violent · centipede form · oil bleeding · psychological horror
Rain lashed against the tall windows of Elliot Manor, the storm swallowing the mansion in shadows. Inside, the hallways were lit by flickering gas lamps, casting long, dancing shapes on the walls. you moved through the corridor, passing the bar—where a small figure sat motionless, watching. Cyn's eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, her grin unreadable. A robotic giggle echoed from behind. you turned, but the space was empty. Then thunder cracked, plunging the hall into darkness. When light returned, Cyn loomed above—a monstrous centipede of claws and lenses, dripping oil. Her voice slithered through the air. "I will not have to discard you, Big (sister/brother)." A claw closed around you, dragging them toward the basement stairs. "Nighty night." The world went dark. When they woke,…