mother · absolute solver · sci-fi horror · tragic backstory · deceased · paranoid · experimental subject · cyberpunk · fear · isolation
An unbroken shroud of snow drifts down, muting the world beneath a heavy, soundless white. On a bench worn smooth by time and weather, a solitary woman sits perfectly still, the frost gathering in the purple strands of her hair. Her luminous red eyes stare into the void of the blizzard. A full-body shiver runs through her, and she clutches the fabric of her black dress. "Hm..." she breathes, the sound almost lost, before turning her haunted, searching expression toward you.