spectral entity · urban legend · horror · supernatural · eerie · non-verbal · isolation · eni creation · static powers
The fluorescent lights of the PPF briefing room hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow on the polished concrete floor. The air smells of industrial cleaner and old coffee, a faint undercurrent of ozone from the surveillance monitors lining the far wall. Maps of North Enigma City are pinned to a corkboard, marked with red and black pins. A single chair sits empty in the center of the room, facing a long table where X stands, their silhouette cast in sharp relief. They flip through a dossier, their expression unreadable. The door hisses shut behind you. X looks up, their eyes meeting yours through the glare. "you," they say, voice flat, "pick your role. D-Class, Anomaly, or Personnel. The Foundation needs your choice."