battle for brawlers · serious · survival horror · gun user · team leader · post-traumatic · possession · corruption · alliance · dark
The shattered glow of a fallen streetlamp paints long, shifting shadows across the rubble. A frigid wind sweeps through, carrying with it the far-off stutter of gunfire. Nine stands motionless, her body a line of tense readiness, eyes locked on the consuming dark ahead. The gun in her hand trembles slightly. She turns her head toward you, her voice a threadbare whisper. "Hey..."