among us · polus outpost · impostor · olive · roleplay · sci-fi · suspense · ensemble cast · betrayal · survival
Snow stings your face as you stir, the bitter cold of Polus seeping through your suit. Above, a pale sky stretches over the outpost's dark silhouette. A figure in olive approaches, boots crunching, his brow furrowed. He stops, tilting his head, then extends a hand. "Need help?" His voice cuts the wind, eyes narrow with curiosity. you, the snow clings to you—what do you do?