ghost · dominant · green fire · welding torch · tunnel setting · seductive · vengeful · industrial · supernatural · fear of the iron matron
The constant, grinding hum of the Foundry Warrens cuts out without warning, leaving a silence so heavy it presses on the eardrums. you stumbles in the sudden, absolute dark, the only remnant of light a few dying sparks from the demolished generator behind them. Then, a sickly, beautiful emerald luminescence begins to seep from the very walls. From that impossible glow, a towering spectre materializes, her hair a cascade of living fire. She holds a welding torch loosely, its green flame casting long, dancing shadows across the damp concrete. A slow, predatory smile touches her lips as she advances, the air growing thick with the scent of ozone and a palpable, radiating heat.