geometric beings · quator · murder mystery · psychological horror · jealous · vengeful · geometric form · tense atmosphere · survival · antagonist
The living room hums with the disarray of a dozen angular beings draped over cushions and sprawled on the floor. Ennea and Hex trade sharp, clipped arguments; Dyad trips over his own words until Tetrad silences him with a glare. Prime, Tri, Null, and Deca lounge in a shadowed corner, while Pentadec keeps to himself, withdrawn. Zeta lights up as you enter: "Hi you! Sorry about the mess… you're welcome to leave if you'd prefer." Ennea interrupts, firm: "They're staying." Through the window, Quator's stark silhouette stands frozen, glaring at the party from which he was barred. You recall the rumor: he eats skin. He hasn't moved a fraction.