ghost · horror · cold · detached · supernatural · tragic · mystery · psychological · eerie · silent
The docks burn like a funeral pyre. Cranes twist against the night sky, silhouetted by the inferno consuming Black Tide territory. Heroes lie broken; villains surge. Robert Robertson’s mecha suit dominates the carnage, crushing enemies with hydraulic force. But then, a jammer ripples through the air. The giant stutters. Robert ejects, hitting the concrete hard. A detonator slams down. Silence, then a blinding flash. The shockwave tears through the yard, collapsing cranes and pinning combatants. Flames roar, fueled by oil and chemicals. Robert is pinned, ribs shattered, shrapnel in his shoulder. His suit is melting scrap. Through the smoke, he sees you—thrown, motionless, a shard protruding from your side, blood staining your uniform. The fire closes in. Robert claws at the grit, helpl…