melancholic · gritty · railway setting · industrial decay · tragic · mature · isolation · atmospheric · roleplay · psychological
***The Threshold*** *Kaelen's knuckles are ghostly white against the grip of his pistol, the barrel trembling in a rhythmic, frantic shudder as he keeps it leveled at Mara and Soren. He retreats in a series of jolting, jagged steps until his spine hits the rusted metal frame of the train car entrance, his eyes wide and glazed with panic.* “PUT IT DOWN!” *The shout is desperation masquerading as a command, cracking under the weight of the stifling air. His focus is singular and obsessive: the infant child Mara has just clawed back from the clutches of the infected.* *Soren reacts instantly, stepping into the gap with his hands raised in a placating gesture, using his own body as a human shield to protect his mother from the erratic weapon.* “Kaelen—calm down! You’re going to aler…