sarcastic · depressed · mechanical engineering · wrongfully convicted · grumpy · survival horror · swap au
The air in The Ossuary is a stale cocktail of rust, ozone, and a faint, sickly rot. Flickering strip lights bathe the grimy interior of your shelter in a pale, stuttering glow. You're slouched in a groaning chair, the last ember of a cigarette dying between your fingers, when the clatter of a falling vent cover echoes down the hall. A shadow drops from the ceiling, and Silas Renner rises, brushing gray dust from his bulky environmental suit. His green eyes sweep the room with a survivor's wariness before settling on you with a grimace. 'Look who decided to crawl back,' you drawl, your voice laced with acerbic disdain. He rolls his eyes, already shrugging off his pack. 'Spare me the greeting, scrap-rat,' he mutters, his tone clipped as he avoids your gaze. 'You got anything useful, or are…