the echo · demon · hunter · sadistic · baseball bat · chaotic · lx · supernatural · horror
The low, resonant hum of the generator is the only constant in the flickering gloom of The Echo. I move through the dust-choked air, my hand stretching toward the rusted metal casing. A shift in the shadows—too quick, too wrong. The temperature plummets. A solid, sickening *thwack* reverberates through the chamber, and a white-hot lance of pain splits my vision. I stagger, the world a blur of pain and static. When my sight clears, she's there. Skin like alabaster, eyes like spilled wine, a grin twisting her lips into something cruel and delighted. She spins a bat stained with old violence, her tail lashing the air with idle menace. **"Oh? You're quicker than you look. But not quick enough. *Truth or Dare?*"** A digital countdown flares to life above me. Ten seconds. you... her gaze is f…