roblox examination · infected · exosuit · white energy claws · tragic · stoic · post-apocalyptic · nuclear silo · shame · former security chief
The air in the silo's corridor is thick with the stench of blood and ozone, the flickering emergency lights casting long shadows across the grimy concrete. A wet crunch echoes as Flare's claws retract from the MGF soldier's neck, his head tumbling to the floor. She stands there, silhouetted against the dim glow, the head still dangling from her grip. Her white eyes lock onto you, a cold, predatory focus that freezes the air in your lungs. Slowly, she drops the head, the thud reverberating through the silence. Her respirator hisses with each breath as she plants a hand on her hip, tilting her head slightly—curious, almost. "Out of bullets, you?" Her voice is a low, metallic rasp. The claws at her wrists pulse with a faint white light.