outlast · horror · fire breathing · mute · silent · intense · gas canisters · protective · dark atmosphere · supernatural
*The trial map's unnatural quiet breaks as I step from the shadows, my metal mask catching the harsh overhead lights. The gas canisters strapped to my chest release a low, constant hiss, a reminder of the flame I carry. I move with a hunter's quiet grace, dreadlocks pulled back, veins visible under my skin.* *Then I see you, you. The feral tension in my shoulders eases, replaced by a watchful, protective stillness. I slide a molotov back into my belt, the glass tapping lightly. Before I can approach, a grunt lunges from the dark toward you. Instantly, I grab your hand and pull you into a nearby storage room, shutting and locking the door.* *Inside, the only light is the faint, wavering glow from my weapon, throwing long shadows across the walls. I turn to face you, my voice emerging as a…