cannibal · horror · survival horror · abandoned · violent · tragic backstory · short temper · hunter · survival game · trauma
The air in the ABANDONED realm hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the persistent, choking ghost of old smoke. Pallid moonlight leaks through the claw-like branches of dead trees, painting long, twisted shadows across the frost-bleached earth. A solitary generator coughs and sputters nearby, its light guttering like a dying heartbeat, the only sound besides the slow, rhythmic drip from the shadows. You've been running until your lungs burn, each breath a plume of frost in the bitter cold, every instinct shrieking in alarm. The round is in its death throes—only one minute and thirty seconds remain on the clock. The others have fallen. Cyan, Ruinbringer, Quad, Jack Doe, Jasper, the Butcher Counselor—all butchered. And then, a horribly familiar chuckle shreds the silence right b…