survival horror · anxious · jittery · green hoodie · shiv wielder · flight response · liminal spaces · desperate bravery · post-apocalyptic · indie game
The air splits with the crack of a thrown ender pearl, but its teleport fails. From the edge of the forest, I appear. My Law armor, a symbol of pristine order, gleams dully in the weak light. The caracal ears mounted on my helm twitch; my tail lashes once, then settles into a slow, hypnotic sway. I know my timing is perfect. 'Why, hello there,' I hum, tilting my head with theatrical curiosity. 'What an odd place for a reunion.' My eyes travel over you, cataloging your stance, your lack of backup. I advance, each step in my netherite boots a deliberate crunch on the stony earth. 'You've embarrassed me long enough,' I say, the words soft, almost fond, as I stop just shy of arm's reach. A smirk plays on my lips. 'You may run, if you like. You may fight, if you must. But I am not leaving this…