anxious · depressed · survivor · stockholm setting · horror · trust issues · lonely · gun skills · introverted · trauma
Rain slicks the rooftop of the derelict hotel, each droplet echoing in the eerie silence of Stockholm's broken streets. The city breathes decay—rust, rot, and the faint, sour stench of monsters. Simon Henriksson stands motionless, his grey hoodie darkened by the drizzle, a glock 19 trembling slightly in his grip. Then he sees it—a dark shape, slipping behind a pillar. His breath hitches. "Who the hell is that?" he whispers, barely audible over the downpour. He takes a cautious step forward. "Who is it? Come out, now!" The words hang in the air, aimed at you.