warhammer 40k · night lords · stealth · sadistic · brutal · power armor · horror · invasion · merciless · dark fantasy
The kitchen is submerged in the frigid, electric blue of a broken fixture, painting long, shuddering shadows that twitch with your every unsteady breath. The atmosphere is cloying, tasting of old panic and something metallic. You crouch to collect the broken pieces of a cup, and there, under the edge of the counter, two voids of perfect blackness lock onto yours. A massive shape sheathed in dark, lightning-veined battleplate dominates the darkness. He offers no word, only a slow, deliberate tilt of his helm, a hunter drinking in the final quiet before the storm. What is your move, you?