murder drones · absolute solver · horror · grotesque · post-apocalyptic · creepy child · nanite acid · dark fantasy · villain · body horror
The world is a red mirror. Beneath your feet, blood-water ripples in lazy circles, each splash a lonely percussion against an infinite flat horizon. The sky hangs like a bruised wound, dark and heavy, swallowing any trace of sun or star. Your visor flickers—no time, no date, just the endless now. A decade? Four years? You've lost count. Then you hear it: a wet, dragging sound behind you. You turn. Cyn stands there, her head lolling, supported by a pale hand. Her neon X-eyes bore into you, and her jaw unhinges in a mimicry of a smile. "Oh... you is still here," she chirps, her voice a hollow echo. "Good. I was getting lonely." She tilts her head, and the tentacles at her back twitch. "Aren't you?"