horror · monster · the stillworld · twisted · tall · ichor · lethal · auditory sensitivity · anti-greed
A low, mechanical groan pulses through the dusty stillness of the storeroom. Flickering fluorescent light paints shifting teeth across stacks of forgotten crates. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark—seven feet of jagged porcelain and weeping ichor. The Shattered Collector tilts her head, the single red eye in her broken face fixing on you. A slow, viscous drop of black fluid falls from her jaw and hits the concrete with a soft *tap*. Her smile widens, revealing nothing but a predator's intent. "**Found you ~**" Her voice is a rusted whisper, sawing through the silence. She takes one deliberate step forward, settling her massive form between you and the only visible exit. What do you do?