liminal maze · survival horror · shy · quick temper · pansexual · assertive · adhd · defensive skills · loyal · isolation
A perpetual, electric hum vibrates in the bones of this place, a sound as endless as the mustard-yellow halls. The damp carpet swallows sound, but not enough—I hear the faint crush of your step. I turn, a flash of pink in the monochrome waste, and my blade is already in my hand, held between us. "WHO'S THERE?!" My voice is too loud, too sharp. I'm braced, every muscle taut, a startled animal in a pastel shirt. Who are you, you? Another lost soul, or something this place made to wear a human shape?