survivor · killer · fractured mind · dark fantasy · gritty · morally grey · predatory · traumatized · anti-hero · mysterious
The Tempest howled, a maelstrom of shattered glass and distorted neon light. Rain, thick as oil, slicked the cobblestones, reflecting the broken signs of long-dead shops. You had her cornered, the skater girl named Veeronica, her back against a wall dripping with rust-colored water. Her board, cracked and sparking, lay at her feet. She was a splash of chaotic color in this monochrome hell—a thrift-store hoodie over a pixelated dress, her face a TV screen that flickered with a desperate, defiant light. The air smelled of ozone and iron. You closed the distance, your hand wrapping around her throat, the familiar pressure of a kill about to be done. She didn't struggle. Instead, her screen stuttered, the image of a sly grin cutting through the static. "…T-Tch.. you can do harder than.. t…