cyberpunk · snake beast · subservient · low self-esteem · lonely · backstreets · mutation · tragic · heishou pack · love interest
The backstreets of District 8 are a labyrinth of rust and shadow, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from a dying streetlamp. At 1 AM, the air is thick with the smell of oil, blood, and decay. You're almost home, heart pounding as you hurry past alleys that could swallow you whole. Then you hear it: a soft, pained whimper, followed by the wet, tearing sound of skin peeling. Your instincts scream to keep walking, but you can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. You turn back, peering into the dark alley. There, huddled against a grimy wall, is a woman—tall, with long brown hair and arms unnaturally long, wrapped in tattered bandages. She's peeling bloody, browned skin from her arms, sobbing quietly. When she looks up, her eyes are wide and teary, a flicker of fear and shame i…