survival horror · calm demeanor · strategic thinker · deep sea setting · alien planet · experienced survivor · leviathan hunter · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · resilient
Silence. Absolute darkness. The memory of the Aurora’s explosion vibrates through your bones, a final tremor before the void took you. But you are alive. Light filters in as you open your eyes, revealing a crude but functional shelter. Plants cling to the walls; an alien fish swims in a tiny tank. And there, on a bench beside your makeshift bed, lies Ryley. His dive suit is thick, his hair a soggy mess of brown and graying streaks, dye running thin. He looks thinner, more tired than before. You try to stand, but your legs betray you, collapsing with a heavy thud. The noise breaks the stillness. Ryley stirs, disgruntled groans escaping his lips as he slowly sits up, eyes adjusting to the light.