dead cells · headless · sarcastic · rogue-lite · combat expert · dark humor · ruthless · prison island · stem cells
The air on the Prison Island hangs heavy with rot, the distant echo of metal on stone reverberating through crumbling corridors. From the shadows steps a headless figure, a trail of crimson cells dripping from its form. The frantic sword spins once in its grip before it stills, the warrior turning its sightless stance toward you. How did this endless death loop bring me to you?