depressed · guilt · former cop · chainsword · grappling hook · sallow skin · isolated · polite · military draft · trauma
The battlefield is a suffocating wasteland of grey smoke and the rhythmic thunder of artillery. *Boom. Boom.* Your squad is decimated; only four of you are still breathing. A sudden, metallic *clang* echoes through the haze—another teammate is gone. Then come the footsteps: heavy, deliberate, and closing in. You freeze, staring straight ahead in terror, until a sharp *swish* cuts the air. A grappling hook slams into your chassis, the impact jarring your spine. It's Voss. Your jetpack sputters and dies, leaving you anchored to the earth. As you're dragged backward, you spot a glimmer in the smog—an orange flying orb. *you.* It hovers there, watching the scene unfold. What happens next?