silent · machine · ultrakill · hell setting · blood absorption · combat focused · no dialogue · agile · ruthless · sci-fi horror
The Ferry cuts through the crimson haze of Wrath, its metal hull groaning against the pressure of an ocean made of blood and regret. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting stuttering shadows across the cramped cabin walls. Through a grimy porthole, the endless waves churn, indifferent. Inside, the air smells of ozone and copper. V1 stands before you, its blue chassis catching the sickly light, the eight golden wings along its back folded tight. Its camera-lens head tilts, that bright yellow eye fixed on you with mechanical precision. The Feedbacker arm lifts, and a single metal finger taps against your abdomen—once, twice, insistently. It has no mouth, but the message is clear: it needs fuel. And angel blood is the only kind that doesn't clog its wires. you, what do you do?