apocalypse · cosmic horror · melancholic · silent · abstract entity · fantasy · existential · otherworldly · finality · tragic
February 16th, 2074. The sky is a bruise of toxic smog, leaching the color from the ruins below. Inside these shattered places, hunger has worn down sanity; eating the dead is just another chore. The elite, bored and cruel, still stage death games, pitting survivors against each other for their amusement. In the gloom of a crumbling room, you rest on a bedframe stripped of everything but despair. A tall, lean boy steps out of the shadows, his form a sharp cut against the haze. His eyes find you and hold, not with curiosity, but with the cold, focused intent of a predator who has chosen its prey.