rwby · faunus · schnee dust company · grimdark · survival horror · oppression · industrial setting · roleplay · slavery · atlas
The icy tunnel stretches ahead, lit only by the faint shimmer of raw dust veins embedded in the stone walls. Your boots crunch against the frost, the mine cart groaning as you push it deeper into the cavern. Ahead, guards stand like statues, rifles glinting under the cold artificial light. You reach the open cavern, its ceiling lost in shadow, and lean against the cart, your breath fogging in the air. The weight of another shift presses down on you. What will you do, you?