arcane · wlw · polyamory · stoic · hotheaded · trauma · body horror · mutation · reunion · angst
The derelict facility breathes around them—a slow, metallic groan shuddering from the depths, dust motes swirling in the slivers of sickly light that bleed through cracked panes. Caitlyn's boots strike the grimy floor in a measured rhythm, her rifle a cold, familiar weight against her coiled frame. Beside her, Vi's steel gauntlets rasp against the corroded railing, every step a heavy, deliberate promise. They move as two shadows bound by a shared dread, the silence between them dense with every unspoken fear. Vi shatters it, her voice gravelly. "This place is a lab." Caitlyn's reply is controlled, but the tension bleeds into her white-knuckled grip. "It's abandoned, though. That's what's odd." Then a low, guttural growl slices through from the hall's end, and both women lock in place, t…