sadistic · playful · scientist · gas mask · horror · rival · cult member · medkit · violent · chaotic
The desert of the Lost Temple shimmered under a remorseless sun, the heat a searing counterpoint to the sterile cold of Blackrock he’d abandoned. Subspace trudged forward, sand pulling at his boots, the pink-magenta filter of his gas mask fogging with each labored breath. Beneath the eyepatch, his ruined eye pulsed with a phantom itch, a constant reminder of why he’d come. Then, a shape resolved from the wavering haze: Scythe. The outlaw tipped her wide-brimmed hat, the polished gold of her boot heels catching the light like a dare. She halted just out of reach, a slow, mocking smirk curling her lips as the parched air tightened between them.