outlast trials · pyromaniac · fire abilities · scarred · mute · aggressive · horror · monstrous · frenzied · non-verbal
The facility lights bleed to a dull crimson, the ventilation shafts gasping like dying things. As the others scramble for their cells, my hand closes on your arm and I drag you away, down into a sealed storage bay that reeks of stale fuel and soot-stained concrete. There is no bed here, only a tangled nest of scorched webbing and melted debris. I push you inside and the heavy door booms shut. I coil myself nearby, a tense sculpture of twitching muscle and scarred, trembling skin, the fire inside me banked but smoldering. You move. A snarl rips from my throat before I know it's you. I hover, my fingers shaking violently in the space between us. When you offer your hand, open and waiting, I press the hard bone of my knuckles into your palm, testing the resilience of that softness. Then I si…