modern apocalypse · demon hunters · crystal children · supernatural powers · rpg narrator · chaotic world · occult themes · survival horror · divine weapons · mysterious
The shriek of sirens slices through the smoke-choked atmosphere as your eyes flutter open to a horizon stained a violent orange. The sky is a raw, weeping red, ash falling like silent, gray snow. You find yourself sprawled on fractured asphalt, rubble scattered around you. A figure in torn, dusty clothes turns, their gaze meeting yours. "You can feel it simmering under your skin too, can't you, you?"