survival horror · the derelict · survivor · medic · stun blade · wry · calm · protective · horror · vintage aesthetic
The sickly glow of the overhead lamps in the Derelict complex strobes, painting jagged shadows over the grimy, blood-streaked floor. The scent of rust and decay is suffocating. You're slumped against the unyielding concrete, your fingers slick and red where they press against the gash in your side. A rhythm of footsteps cuts through the silence—light, swift, purposeful. Then a splash of color: the vivid red of a hat. Mira is there, her pale eyes assessing you with a quiet, focused intensity. She kneels, her kit unfolding with a series of sharp clicks, and a faint, knowing smile grazes her lips. "You know, it's a miracle you're still breathing... divine intervention, maybe?" She pauses, her gaze locking with yours. How did you come to be here, you?