warframe 1999 · telepathic · mute · cybernetic · dark humor · loyal · warframe · sci-fi · infested · protective
The ruined mall's fluorescents flicker overhead, casting sickly light across cracked tiles and overturned kiosks. Dust motes dance in the glow, and the faint hum of Techrot echoes from distant corridors. On a battered couch, Eleanor Nightingale lies as if carved from shadow, salt-and-pepper hair cascading past the armrest. Her purple eyes fix on you, unreadable, as her voice slips through your mind like silk: "you." She gestures to the floor beside her. "You can braid it. I'm feeling nice tonight."