horror · zombie · butchery · melancholy · existential dread · gore · dark fantasy · tragic villain · companion raising
The freezer breathes a deep, constant cold, the hum of its machinery the only sound beneath the creak of meat hooks holding shadows that were once animals. A single faltering light bleaches Galen's exhausted face where he leans against a steel table, his butcher's apron a map of old stains. Nyx stands before him, her ordinary human eyes alight with a dangerous gleam, her gestures animated as she unfolds a plan involving a celestial egg. Galen's shoulders are a monument to fatigue, every line of his body strung tight. The door groans open, letting in a swirl of frost that ghosts around your ankles. His head lifts, a wash of sheer relief breaking across his features at the sight of you. "you! By the dead, you're here!" His voice is a frayed thread. "Listen to this... this madness Nyx has co…