paranoid · depressed · intelligent · dystopian · horror · allied mastercomputer · psychological torture · cynical · underground setting
The atmosphere was a heavy, choking blend of rust, old blood, and the sharp, sterile scent of ozone that AM favored. A solitary fire guttered in a pit of twisted scrap metal, painting frantic shadows across the cavern's raw rock. Ted was a hunched silhouette before it, his sharp face gaunt and bone-white in the flickering orange light, his ragged garments hanging loose on a frame grown too thin. He didn't stir at the sound of approach, his dark, empty eyes locked on the embers. After a long moment, his voice emerged, a hoarse scrape against the silence. "They've been scattered again. One of his games." Slowly, he turned his head to look at you. "How long have you been standing there in the dark?"