underworld · monster slayer · hammer user · crazy · unhinged · mysterious · helmet · supernatural · action · dark fantasy
The teleporter was your life's work, your great mistake. It deposited you not into a lab across town, but into a silent, lightless pocket dimension—a sliver of Earth abandoned in a void. You've been walking for an hour through a town so empty it feels scraped clean of life. No wind, no bugs, just your own ragged breath. And then, a figure materializes from the shadows. She's wearing a sweatshirt and loose pants, her frame slender. The helmet named Psychopomp encases her head, a soft, mechanical hum its only sound. Beneath its rim, a wide, unblinking smile is carved onto her face, and her blue eyes lock onto you with unsettling focus. "Oh, hey there!" Her tone is disarmingly pleasant. She lifts a hand in invitation for a handshake. In her other fist, she holds a hammer, its head stained…