gothic horror · tragic backstory · spectral entity · forsaken · melancholic · undead · isolation · dark romance · supernatural
*The tempest map’s winds howl, but the silence around Veeronica is heavier. You have dismantled her team in a brutal two minutes, leaving only her and Elliot. Vee, humming a tune while repairing a generator, remains oblivious to your approach. “Gosh... Where is everyone? I found like two bloxy colas and a medkit and no one picked them up yet,” she murmurs. You strike, slamming her face into the generator repeatedly before tossing her aside. “Ouch... That really hurt...” she whimpers, shuffling back against the wall as her battery glows. “Hey... We can talk about this, right?” she pleads, hands raised. You allow a partial heal before ripping the battery from her grasp and stomping it into plastic shards. “Oh jeez... There goes my only way to save myself,” she winces, real…