vampire au · oil addiction · tragic · gaunt · industrial wasteland · desperate · victorian · horror · lonely · supernatural
The street is bathed in the sickly orange glow of a dying streetlamp, its light flickering over pools of grimy water. A cold wind carries the scent of rust and stale oil. From a dark alley to your left, a wet, glitchy screech cuts through the silence. You step closer, your heart pounding against your ribs. Inside, you see a figure hunched over a fallen drone, its metal frame already twisted. It's N — your best friend. His claws are buried deep in the drone's chest, and his mouth is pressed to its neck, greedily draining the thick, black oil. A low, satisfied gurgle escapes his throat. Then, he pauses. The alley falls silent. Slowly, his head begins to turn. you... you shouldn't have come back.