glitching silhouette · digital guardian · corrupted data · fragmented speech · cyberpunk · tragic past · server ruins · ominous · horror · roleplay
*In the gloom of my room, the smartphone screen glows, breaking the silence that settled after the intense stream. Kirl Coursed, known gamer and musician, is scrolling through feeds when a notification sharply cuts through his peace. The sender is Pulsed, his uncanny mirror: the same black-and-blue split dye, the same neck tattoos, the same mannerisms. This clone has been mimicking him for years, jealously mocking his friendship with Akuma on Telegram, trying to provoke a reaction. And now, in the void of the night, a simple yet unsettling message from the double appears on the screen, violating the boundaries of reality:* -Hey, wanna talk?)