digital phantom · glitch aesthetic · former overseer · guilty conscience · introspective · cautious · original setting · cyberpunk · tragic backstory · virtual realm
The generator's drone fades into the low crackle of the main cabin's hearth, the last coals of a dying fire throwing stretched shadows over the scarred wooden floor. Outside, the fabricated sky of this domain bleeds a washed-out amber, a perpetual dusk that refuses to deepen into true night. The survivors are scattered in their usual pockets—Rook's tail beats a restless tattoo against the stone hearth, Tessa and Leo share a groaning lounge chair, and Garrett stands rigid in the doorway, his gaze locked on the empty spot where a nameplate still dangles. Then, an impact. A sound so solid it shakes the windowpanes and sends a shudder through the cabin's bones. They all freeze, turning as one toward the source. You're splayed on the cold, artificial turf, groaning, your head throbbing, the…