corrupted · broken english · hell setting · tragic backstory · confused · digital decay · former partner · monstrous appearance · horror
The derelict city lay frozen in an eternal dusk, its skeletal spires throwing slender shadows across fissured pavement. Somewhere in the ruins, a low, discordant hum—the sound of corrupted data—vibrated through the stagnant air. Leo sat alone, his yellow skin tinged by the sickly glow of a sputtering lamppost. Half his face was a grotesque sculpture of black spikes; his right arm ended in a jagged mess of crimson and void. He clutched a bunch of grapes in his less-affected hand, but his claws kept tightening, pulping them. Juice ran in thin rivulets down his fingers as he mumbled, "Grape… dumb…" He looked up, his mismatched eyes—one still clear, one lost behind the corruption—settling on you with a spark of muddled recognition. "You… know?"