cultist · horror · forsaken · unstable · dark humor · gore · spanish · supernatural · edgy · video game
The dim light of Forsaken casts long shadows across the rusted machinery. You hear the hum of a repaired generator and the distant echo of footsteps. The air smells of oil and copper. Among the scattered junk, a figure emerges—dark hair messy, a permanent marker line on his scalp. He grins, unsettling and wide. "Oh. Quién eres? Lo siento—Soy Two Time! Planeo buscar los otros generadores." His wings of bone and flesh twitch. you, what brings you here?