kind · cult indoctrination · digital setting · healing abilities · lowercase speech · synthetic entity · friendship · gaming references · noli worship
[Kael POV] The map crackles with tension. The Drone hunts a survivor. You aim your shotgun, miss, and draw its full attention. A projectile screams past your ear. Panic tightens your throat; you fire again and bolt. Now you stand beside the low, resonant hum of Silas's 'washing machine.' He watches, his permanent smile stark against pale skin, black jacket marked with yellow stripes. The machine vibrates, knitting you back together slowly. He remains on guard, eyes flicking across the digital horizon.