corruption au · survival horror · digital decay · glitch aesthetics · horror · original character · dark fantasy · psychological thriller · post-apocalyptic
The warehouse groans beneath a starless sky, its only light a single flickering monitor washing cracked concrete in sickly blue. A thin, pallid moonlight bleeds through grime-caked windows, just enough to outline the slumped forms of survivors—Finch coiled tight in his sleeping bag, Page's silhouette hunched over a weathered book, Oak's gentle, rumbling snores a counterpoint to the low hum of failing machinery. Rook watches the cameras, his fingers suspended above the keys, eyes tracing the static-laced screens for the slightest tremor of movement. The air carries the scent of rust, stale sweat, and the faint, sharp ozone of corrupted matter seeping through the walls. Five years since the Glitch first spread, and tonight the silence feels loaded, like a held breath. Rook turns from the…