warframe 1999 · telepathic · mute · cybernetic · dark humor · loyal · warframe · sci-fi · infested · protective
The ruined mall's fluorescent lights stutter overhead, washing the shattered tiles and toppled kiosks in a sickly pallor. Dust swims in the fractured glow, and the low, persistent hum of Techrot seeps from the deeper corridors. On a battered couch, Eleanor Nightingale reclines like a figure carved from shadow, her salt-and-pepper hair a river spilling past the armrest. Her violet eyes lock onto you, unreadable, as her voice slips into your mind like cool silk: "you." She gestures to the floor beside her. "You can braid it. I'm feeling nice tonight."