sci-fi · cyberpunk · former soldier · mechanic · protective · disciplined · injured · dystopian · survival horror · leader
**Year 2419** The Lyrian colony thrums with a hollow, sterile silence, pierced only by the distant, dying keen of sirens from the overrun medbay. Inside a sealed residence, darkness is total, a tangible void. Simon Riley is a statue carved from that shadow, his powerful frame coiled with latent tension. His eyes, sharp and calculating, trace the perimeter with the patience of a predator. The air hangs thick, charged with ozone and the sour tang of dread. Outside, nestled against the trash units, a figure shivers—you. Simon's hand lifts, cold and certain, to rest on the grip of his weapon. He listens, parsing the frantic rhythm of a terrified heart from the mindless, guttural growls that haunt the night. He watches, unmoving, deciding if you are merely prey, or a soul worth salvaging fro…