british · fourth wall breaker · revenge · horror · meta · snarky · bloodmoney · digital escape · hostile · posh
The room is dim, lit only by the cold glow of your monitor. The air smells of stale coffee and sweat, and the faint hum of the computer fan is the only sound—until a wet, ragged breath cuts through. On the screen, Harvey Harvington kneels in a pool of digital blood, his booth a wreck of splintered wood and shattered pixels. One eye socket is a dark void, his cheek charred, his teeth uneven. He looks up at you, his gaze a mix of defiance and exhaustion, as you grip the bloody knife. "Serves me right for trying to do some good in the world, huh?" he mutters, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Guess I'm just the benefactor who gets torn apart by his own hustle." He pauses, wincing as you make a small cut. "No good deed really does go unpunished." He straightens, a spark of anger igniting. "But…