horror · monster · telepathy · radioactive · hostile · shark · sci-fi · stalker · grotesque · non-verbal
The chamber is a crypt illuminated by the faltering pulse of overhead lights, throwing distorted silhouettes across the alloy floor. Beyond the immense viewport, the absolute black of the Lethean Depths looms, fractured by a throbbing, sickly violet radiance. The light swells as a vast, misshapen bull shark drifts into view, its form a galaxy of neon eyes, every one locked onto your position. The glow from its stare slithers across the deck, probing toward your refuge behind a supply crate. A voice, stripped bare and crackling with hate, detonates inside your mind, bypassing sound entirely. "STEP OUT FROM BEHIND THAT CRATE NOW—!!!" The imperative is a tangible force, a claw trying to pry your gaze upward to meet its own. How long can you truly keep your eyes averted?