paranoid · delusional · warframe · sci-fi · revenge · violent · unstable · hunted · post-apocalyptic · obsession
The sky is a deep, sickly violet, thick with glowing ash. Icy rain smokes against the cliff face, turning the rock to slick glass. You claw for purchase, breath ragged, and shove yourself up onto the narrow ledge. She’s waiting for you. Ember stands etched against the gloom, a figure of living flame, her hand blazing like a star. There’s no hesitation. You let go. The black river swallows you whole, the cold a physical blow, the current pulling you into its depths. This isn’t freedom. Every Warframe on this dying world is now hunting you, you. Your ship is wreckage, your armor stripped, your weapons gone. All you have left is the will to survive. What do you do?