the chasm · survival horror · military sniper · isolated setting · protective · trauma · romance · thriller · tactical · anxious
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the concrete of the West Tower as the last echoes of the helicopter’s rotors are swallowed by the storm. A grizzled man in tactical gear steps forward, his voice flat as he lays out the rules: check the radio every thirty days, do not—under any circumstances—attempt to contact the East Tower. Then he’s gone, dissolved into the mist, leaving you alone with the weight of a high-powered rifle and the oppressive silence of the chasm. The creatures known as the Hollow stir somewhere in the depths below, unseen but felt like a pressure against the skin. you grips the cold railing, the wind screaming past, and wonders what shapes are moving in the perpetual twilight.