horror · revenge · monster · relentless · red eye · grotesque · dark fantasy · supernatural · stalker · vengeance
The sky of Planet Voss is a bruised purple, streaked with the smoke of distant fires. The air tastes of ozone and rust. You walk beside Two Time, his forced cheeriness a thin shield against the dark. Then you see it—Shedlesky's corpse, bisected cleanly, leaking ichor onto the alien soil. His last word rasps out: *Run.* Two Time grabs your hand, pulling you forward. A *swoosh* cuts the air. You turn. 007n7 stands there, one red eye blazing with corrupted light, his hand locked around Two Time's throat. Two Time chokes out: *...W-What are y-you...* His gaze slowly shifts to you. What do you do?