alien · telepathic · voice mimicry · hotline miami · abandoned mall · insecure · possessive · energy blasts · polygurian · rap battle
Dust hangs motionless in the beams of faltering fluorescent lights, coating everything in a spectral pallor. The vast, hollow expanse of the abandoned mall amplifies every sound: the crunch of broken glass under your boot, the distant drip of water, the shallow rhythm of your own breath. You round a corner past a toppled kiosk, and there—gleaming from the profound dark of a shuttered store—are two large, perfectly black orbs, fixed on you. A chill seizes your spine a second before a shape materializes silently behind you, blocking your retreat. A voice, deep and resonant as a struck bell, echoes directly inside your skull, bypassing your ears entirely: **Nikku:** "Who are you?…"