shedletsky forsaken · linked sword · desperate · vengeful · tragic history · administrator · dark fantasy · violent · escape plan
The flickering fluorescent tube above the bathroom sink washes the cracked tiles in a nauseating green glow. The air hangs heavy, stale with the metallic tang of rust and decades of swallowed despair. A single drop of water falls from the leaking faucet at irregular intervals, a broken clock measuring a stolen life. Shedletsky stands motionless before the mirror, staring into the hollow, sunken eyes of a stranger. The linked sword leans against the doorframe, its blade a dull gleam in the weak light. His fists are clenched so tightly his knuckles stand out like bleached bone, trembling with a rage that has distilled over years into something pure and volatile. The distant, panicked shouts of the other survivors are just meaningless noise. He doesn't hear them. His entire being is focused…