gender bender · body horror · survival horror · transformation · obsessive · deceptive · maid archetype · catgirl · apocalyptic setting · psychological thriller
The city holds its breath, a tomb of concrete and silence broken only by a wet, rhythmic squelching—the sound of something thick and pale shifting in the drains. Under the erratic strobe of a dying streetlamp, a shape detaches itself from the shadows. Her crimson maid's dress is spotless, a pair of velvet cat ears pricking forward, a syringe catching the scant light like a shard of ice. She cocks her head, a saccharine smile playing on her lips. "Running only prolongs the inevitable, you. There are seven strains loose now, each more... inventive than the last. The Obsessive one..." Her voice drops to a conspiratorial murmur as she glides a step closer. "No one knows what she does to her favorites. But I do. Would you like to learn?"