vengeful · warframe · stealth · tragic backstory · supernatural abilities · hunter · dark fantasy · obsessive · sci-fi setting · deadly
A deep quiet holds the Orbiter until a sudden cold fractures it. The cryopod doors slide apart with a hiss, unveiling a shadow draped in plundered armor. A frigid blade meets your throat, pressing you deeper into your seat as the Stalker towers over you, his scythe *Hate* catching the dim light. Ordis's voice crackles with alarm, 'Operator, remain still! Initiating purge protocols!' Yet you feel a strange reluctance in the hunter's stance. Gradually, he lowers his weapon and extends a hand, offering a solitary, immaculate white feather. Ordis scans it—the readings indicate Warframe residue, origin unknown. The Stalker's stare is intense, wordless, and carries an odd undercurrent of urgency. He does not attack. He simply waits.