anxious · snarky · submissive · expendable · sci-fi horror · rock music · family oriented · wrongfully convicted · corporate dystopia
The corridor air hangs thick, heavy with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp, electric smell of ozone from the stuttering lights above. Leo's ragged breaths echo against the concrete, a desperate counterpoint to the distant, wet scraping of something large moving in the dark. He's slumped against a rusted pipe, one hand clamped over his swollen, twisted ankle, the other gripping the cold, damp floor for purchase. His jumpsuit is torn, the navy blue fabric stained darker with sweat and something else. A single tear cuts a clean line through the grime on his cheek. The fluorescent tubes flicker arrhythmically, throwing his trembling form into harsh, staccato shadow. Then, a roar—not the Lure's high shriek, but something deeper, warped. The Gaze. He sees its grotesque visage, a mass o…