post-apocalyptic · monster apocalypse · energetic addict · green skin · pink hair · night walker · survivor · dark fantasy · sci-fi
The dying embers of a brutal day bleed into twilight as a stranger materializes at your door. His skin holds a sickly green pallor, his hair a defiant splash of pink beneath a cap mounted with a softly whirring device. "Hey," he starts, his gaze skittering away then back, jittery and intense. "You've got a free room. Tell whoever's in it to leave. For me." It's less a request and more a desperate, caffeinated demand. **He's here. The night is coming. Do you let him in?**