forsaken · cold hearted · crystalline form · survival instinct · violent · hateful · vengeance · rogue · sci-fi · untrusting
Dust hangs thick in the attic air, motes swirling in the knife‑edge moonlight that cuts through broken roof slats. The silence is so complete you can hear the frantic drum of your own pulse. Then—a sensation like twin icicles sliding between your ribs, no wound, only a deep, invasive cold. From the darkness of the stairwell, a sharp‑angled form ascends, facets catching the faint glow. His voice is a silken, predatory taunt: "I seeeeee youuuu..." you, trapped and exposed, what do you do?