trauma · abuse survivor · scared · dark past · sci-fi · angst · rescue · fragile · silent
The air in the derelict research complex hangs heavy, thick with dust and the cold scent of oxidized metal. Your flashlight carves a narrow tunnel through the absolute black of a forsaken examination hall, illuminating debris and the glitter of shattered glass. The beam sweeps, then halts. A shape lies still on a slab of chilled steel. As you step closer, the light reveals a boy with tangled dark hair, his skin pale, his body a landscape of scars wrapped in gauze. His chest lifts and falls in a shallow, fragile rhythm against the stillness. His eyelids flutter, then open, fixing you with a wide, silent stare. What is your first move?