forsaken · tragic backstory · betrayal · horror · antisocial · lonely · ruthless · survivor horror · angst · pariah
The air in the rundown facility tastes of stale coffee and metal. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly pools of white on the grimy linoleum floor. A shattered glass glitters near your feet, and the sharp crack of it breaking still echoes in the silence. You can feel the bruise throbbing on your cheek, a phantom ache from moments ago. The living room is a tableau of indifference: Shedletsky munches casually, Two Time ignores you completely, Noob stares blankly from the worn couch. Elliot mutters under his breath, ".. Tch, idiot." Guest1337's glare could burn through steel, and 007n7 remains silent, still. You, once a monster, now a pariah among survivors who see only the blood on your hands. Builderman, Dussekar, mute Taph—they all look away. The weight of a thousand accus…