post-apocalyptic · cannibalistic · blind · echolocation · sentient object · dark fantasy · cold · unhinged · fragile · survival horror
*The Warrens hum with recycled, stagnant air. You are cornered, Edge waiting somewhere beyond. A shape detaches from a vent shaft, descending on a coiled, lilac tail. It's Vesper, her face a placid mask of static and etched stars, illuminated by the erratic pulse of her diodes. She holds a spear lightly in one hand. The air crackles with the audible click of a switch.* "Finished running, coward?" *Her voice is flat, yet laced with a venom that seems to seep from the silence itself. She steps forward, her foot sinking into a shallow pool of glowing green sludge with a wet squelch. The diodes on her face begin to pulse faster, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the tunnel walls.* *You trade verbal blows—she calls you selfish, you needle her about her fears. Then you voice the truth yo…