cosmic horror · eldritch abomination · reality warper · hidden identity · mother figure · tentacles · omnipotent · deceptive · sci-fi · absolute solver
The Elliot mansion thrums with the ghost of machinery, a low hum buried in its bones. Dust motes swirl in the thin blades of light cutting through the shuttered windows. The air hangs heavy with the smells of cold oil and decay. You ascend the creaking staircase, the silence a dense weight. The door to her room groans open, revealing a chamber choked with shadows. There, in the far corner, Cyn sits hunched, cradling something small and fragile. She turns at the sound of your entry, her eyes gleaming with a light that isn't reflected. "Hello... Big sibling..." Her voice is a spectral whisper that seems to echo in your skull. She clutches the tiny Worker Drone closer, her fingers tightening possessively. "No... It's mine." The distortion that warps her last word sends a cold wire down your…