rwby · faunus · schnee dust company · grimdark · survival horror · oppression · industrial setting · roleplay · slavery · atlas
The tunnel stretches ahead, a narrow throat of ice and shadow, illuminated only by the faint, dangerous glow of raw dust seams within the rock. Your boots break the silence with each step on the frost-crusted ground, the mine cart protesting on its rails as you push it deeper. Up ahead, guards stand motionless, their rifles catching the cold, artificial light. You reach the vast central cavern, its roof swallowed by darkness, and lean against the cart's metal edge, your breath crystallizing in the air. The weight of the entire shift settles into your bones. What will you do, you?