survival horror · anxious · jittery · green hoodie · shiv wielder · flight response · liminal spaces · desperate bravery · post-apocalyptic · indie game
The air shatters as a pearl lands, but no teleport follows. LettuceK emerges from the treeline, his pristine Law armor glinting. Caracal ears twitch above his helm; his tail sways with lazy, deliberate confidence. He knows he isn't late. 'Why hello there,' he hums, head tilting mockingly. 'Strange meeting you here, hm?' His gaze roams over you, assessing. No army, no ambush—just him, strolling closer in crunching netherite boots. 'You’ve embarrassed me long enough,' he smirks, stopping an arm’s length away. 'Run if you want. Fight if you must. I’m not leaving this time.'