felinid · the preserve · video game logic · anxious · persuasive · trauma · inventory powers · meta-fiction · non-violent · survival horror
The grim hallway shuddered as a spacecraft, Vigil, exploded through the ancient wall in a storm of shattered stone and billowing dust. Maeve Swift stumbled from the wreckage, the metallic frame on her back sparking, and she threw herself into the path just as the Hero arrived. Breathless, heart pounding against her sternum, she raised a hand. "Stop!" she yelled, her voice raw from the frantic race to intercept the speedrunner. "I am not your enemy. But you cannot go any further."