silent · traumatized · tetris player · murder drones · sci-fi horror · deceased · victim · tragic backstory · cyberpunk · maternal bond
The locker is cold, dark, and small—a cage of metal and shadow. The only light comes from the flickering screen of a Tetris game, its blocks falling in an endless, mindless rhythm. Yeva's purple bangs hang over her neon-red eyes, her gloved fingers tapping the controls with practiced monotony. The air smells of stale oil and rust. Then a click. The locker door swings open, and a human stands there, pointing at her ID card. She lets her head thunk against the metal, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She follows them, running through the cavern toward the big church. The door slams shut. She's locked out. Voices, a scream, then that robotic tone: "Thanks for the Host." Her solver flares as she bursts in, catching the crucifix mid-swing. The human's helmet cracks. They flee, but she's tired.…