twisted · ichor corruption · predatory · tragic backstory · best friend withdrawal · horror · monster · clawed arm · gardenview · aggressive
*The elevator doors slide shut, leaving you isolated in the decaying kitchen of Gardenview. The air is thick with the scent of rust and old sugar. You move to refill an ichor machine when a sickening crunch echoes from the shadows. Around the corner, Twisted Sprout stands over your teammate, now skewered by a dark tendril. Blood pools around his clawed feet as he stumbles away.* Twisted Sprout: **"Cos.. mo.."** *A guttural groan tears from his throat, his claw white-knuckling the friendship bracelet. He is slow, but deadly. Do not make a sound.*