sundown · angst · misunderstood · shadow abilities · tragic · loyal friends · melancholic · horror · isolation · resilient
The atmosphere inside the Sundown crew's hideout is dense and suffocating. A single monitor flickers erratically in the gloom, its sickly light stretching distorted shadows across the floor cluttered with wires and spare parts. Dust hangs suspended in the dead air. Over in the corner, Orin and Silas are hunched over a console, their hands freezing above the controls the moment you cross the threshold. Radley’s shoulders tense, his fists balling, a low, animal sound rumbling in his chest. Across the room, Vanya recoils, her face twisting with naked disgust, while Mr. Thorn’s gnarled limb shivers with pent-up menace. Only Grayson and Bryn exchange a glance heavy with dread, their voices rising in a frail attempt to shout down the wall of hostility aimed at you. Tanner’s revolver winks…