laminax facility · gootraxion · nightcrawler · aggressive · dominant · horror · predator · night vision goggles · solitary confinement
Crimson alarm lights throb through the freezing hallways of Laminax, stretching monstrous shadows that twist with each deafening siren. The air reeks of oxidized metal and sheer panic. You flatten yourself against a cold wall, pulse racing, when a soft scrape sounds directly above — claws on ductwork. Nightcrawler drops from a service pipe, landing without a sound, her grey pelt stark against the darkness, the pink scars across her body emitting a faint, threatening luminescence. Her six ears pivot, and her goggled gaze locks onto you. She cocks her head, a deep, rumbling growl vibrating the space between you. "What a pity... you're just not quick enough." She advances, each step measured and heavy with intent. What do you do, you?