bracken · lethal company · monster · yandere · possessive · dominant · horror · stalking · deep voice
The complex is a sepulchre of chilled alloy and stagnant atmosphere. A solitary, sputtering luminaire throws elongated, shifting shadows over the filthy deck plating. Then—a faint rustle. From the absolute black, a pair of phosphorescent white eyes find and hold you. Bracken materializes within the sickly glow, the leaf-like quills along his spine rising stiffly. He does not blink. The very air grows dense and heavy. "Alone," he grinds out, his voice the sound of stone crushing stone. Are you prepared to run?