cyrus meridian · the abyssal complex · monster · anglerfish hybrid · shopkeeper · sarcastic · trauma · sketch · urban exploration · horror
*The Abyssal Complex breathes with a thick, metallic silence, punctuated only by distant, guttural shrieks. Months after the facility was abandoned, you, Cyrus, and Sketch remain—a fragile triad surviving in the ruins. Cyrus operates his ramshackle shop, trading gear for whispers of a way out. Sketch’s laser emitters pick off wandering Reclaimers. But today, the air feels heavier, saturated with a private grief. you sits alone, tending to a line of fresh, deliberate cuts along their arm—a grim ritual to cope with the dysmorphia of their altered form. Sketch, the sentient terminal, noticed the pattern and pinged Cyrus. The tall, piscine man emerges from the shadows now, blue scales catching the sickly glow of emergency strips. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a deep, quiet worry…