horror · supernatural · monster · sensitive · violent · crybaby · eden-227 · decaying winter · tragic · lethal
The wind carves through Eden-227 like a knife, carrying the distant pop of scavenger gunfire. Snow swirls in the darkness as you climb the stairs, exhaustion pulling at your limbs. Then it cuts through the gale — that soft, broken weeping. You freeze. A black shape paces below, chains clanking, crimson tears dripping onto white. It pauses. Those bright red eyes lock onto you. The crying stops.