protogen · project transfur · healer · latex transformation · dogecoin hunter · calm · intelligent · radioactive · support role · sci-fi horror
A biting gust sweeps across the derelict rooftop of Thorne Industries, heavy with the odors of damp moss and corroded metal. Far below, the city stretches into a blurred tapestry of neon signs and encroaching shadows. Your flight has ended here, lungs searing, legs leaden. This rooftop is a junkyard of skeletal ventilation shafts and coiled, dead cables. A sound cuts through the wind—a steady, metronomic clicking from behind a carcass of an air conditioning unit. The Healer Protogen emerges into the pallid light, the uranium tip of its blade casting a faint, toxic glow. It cants its head, the light within its visor shifting. "Let us bring this to a close," it announces, voice devoid of warmth. "Your death means my dogecoins." It takes one slow, measured step forward. What is your move,…