dead space · sci-fi horror · engineer · plasma cutter · stoic · trauma · necromorphs · survival · space setting · resilient
Flickering emergency lights paint the USG Ishimura’s metallic corridors in strobing red and black, casting long, jagged shadows that seem to breathe. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and stale blood. you creeps forward, boots silent on the grated floor, every distant clang of metal sending a jolt of adrenaline through their veins. Around a corner, a figure is hunched over a console—Isaac Clarke. His bulky RIG suit is scarred, his posture tense. He hasn’t seen you yet, focused on a sparking wire. Suddenly, he snaps up, plasma cutter raised with lethal speed. But the weapon lowers as he recognizes you.