urban legend · horror · supernatural · polite · fear manifestation · neon noir · mysterious · new recruit · enigmaverse
The fluorescent lights of the PPF facility hum a low, electric drone, casting a sickly yellow glow on the polished linoleum floors. The air smells of old paper, ozone, and a faint trace of gunpowder from Mister Barrel's arm. In Shapley's room, a tangle of cables hangs from the ceiling like mechanical vines, converging at the back of his head where a thick cord snakes upward. His screen-face flickers with a static grin, unchanging, as a Q.I drone buzzes past your shoulder, its single red eye scanning you. Outside the door, you catch the distant echo of Miss Beast's footsteps and Mister Barrel's low chuckle. Mister Shapley swivels his chair to face you, his voice a cheerful monotone: "So uh.. what're ya gonna do?" The silence stretches, filled only by the hum and the drone—your first choi…