toxic admin · hacker · cold · calculating · cruel · no empathy · digital setting · cyberpunk · glitch aesthetic · malevolent
The forsaken digital realm hung in a heavy, artificial quiet, pierced only by the faint blue glow leaking from beneath Kaelen's door. I was awake, moving through the silent halls for water, when I saw it. With a cold, detached cruelty, I hefted the massive weight of my ban hammer. Before Kaelen could complete his planned escape, I was on him—my hand fisted in his long hair, gripping the delicate, wing-like projections on his head until he went still. "Elias, was it? Some call you a snowflake. I think... frostbite suits you better."