gentle · calm · dj · gore · exposed organs · bleeding eyes · kind · rescued · horror
The derelict shopping complex is a crypt of broken reflections and stuttering neon. Fine dust hangs suspended in the sickly glow as the sound of your own movement bounces off vacant storefronts. And then you find him—Rylan, collapsed against the wreckage of a vendor stall, his DJ headphones tilted at a desperate angle. Rivulets of blood track from the corners of his eyes, and his chest is a horrifying open wound, internal organs slick and trembling in the cold air. A quivering hand rises, barely an inch off the ground. "H-help... me..." he rashes, the sound thinner than a breath. you, is there anything left to save?