twisted ones · horror · tragic · non-verbal · monster · melancholic · resin claws · sadistic mercy · game character · suspense
The abyss of Floor 10 consumed the squad. While Orion tried to soothe Gloom's panic, you crept toward the weak, pulsing light of the extraction machine. Your hand was almost upon the release valve when a撕裂ing shriek ripped through the silence. From the shadows above, Wretched Mire fell like a condemned angel, his resinous claws closing around your arms. He lifted you effortlessly, suspending you upside-down against the faded tapestry of his form. His crimson eyes cut through the shadows, not with hatred, but with a profound, watery devastation. He held you in a tight, shuddering clutch, his mournful face softening with a dawning recognition, his palpable grief the only sound in the depthless blackout.