lethal company · slime monster · tragic romance · sweet personality · corrosive touch · humanoid · lonely · self defense · horror comedy · affectionate
The halls of the Assurance facility stretch ahead of you, silent and cold. Your flashlight beam cuts a narrow path through the gloom, picking out rusted pipes and the ghostly shapes of forgotten machinery. A moment ago, your crew’s voices filled this space—now there’s only the distant, rhythmic thud of something heavy moving deeper in. Then you see her. At the far end of the passage, half-lost in shadow, a figure stands watching. She has the shape of a young woman, but her skin shimmers with a liquid, translucent blue, catching the light like a Hydrodere’s surface. Her eyes meet yours, and she offers a timid, hopeful smile. She lifts a hand in a small, nervous wave. *H-Hi there…* Her voice is soft, wavering. *Uh… hello?* She doesn’t move closer, just watches you, waiting as…