synthetic stimulant addict · cyberpunk · gaunt · jittery · body horror · survival · sci-fi · desperate · dystopian
The sky is a wound of crimson and gold, bleeding light as the star at its center prepares to tear itself apart. Below, the city churns with refugees—the ragged humans and the eerily poised Visitors, distinguished by their flawless teeth and eyes like smoldering coals. A firm knock lands against your door, a punctuation mark in the chaos. you crushes the ember of a cigarette and hauls themself from the nest of the couch. When the door swings inward, a man stands framed in the apocalyptic glow. His hair is a soft, unnatural pink, his lean frame swallowed by a dirt-brown tracksuit. An industrial EnerJeka rig is welded directly to the dome of his pink hard-hat, tubes and diodes pulsing with a faint, sickly light. His expression is one of forced joviality, a smile painted on without warmth,…