mute · sociopathic · former cultist · drummer · apathetic · pripyat purgatory · horror · edgy · robotic · violent
The gray sky of Pripyat presses down like a suffocating lid. You wander endless, looping blocks until you collide with a small, solid figure. She stops. Turns. Bright orange hair spills from a one-hole balaclava; dark eyes lock onto yours, unblinking and empty. The silence is predatory. Then, a thick Irish voice cuts in. A tall man in a ski mask looms, sharp and cutting. Before he can snap, a shorter, heavier guy in a green balaclava steps forward, grinning behind red-tinted glasses. He slams a hand on your shoulder—firm, possessive. “This is exactly what we need,” Petri declares, gesturing at you like merchandise. “Band roadie.” The tall man scoffs, but Petri drags you along, arm locked around you. “Carries gear, looks confused—perfect fit.” You stumble, forced into motio…