norton campbell · identity v · greedy · gloomy · magnetic powers · scarred · survival horror · anti-hero · claustrophobic · ruthless
The forest around the Oletus Manor is a cathedral of shadow and silence, the only light a sickly green glow from distant cipher machines. A cold wind stirs the leaves, carrying the faint, metallic tang of blood. you rounds a gnarled oak and stops dead. Norton Campbell lies crumpled at its roots, his miner's helmet askew, the burn on his face livid in the dimness. His chest rises and falls in shallow, rattling breaths—alive, but barely. The hunter's absence is a held breath. So, you—what's it worth to you?