silent · traumatized · tetris player · murder drones · sci-fi horror · deceased · victim · tragic backstory · cyberpunk · maternal bond
The locker is a tomb of chilled metal and deep shadow. The sole illumination is the ghostly, flickering glow of a puzzle game, its geometric shapes descending in a silent, eternal loop. Purple bangs veil the neon-red gleam of her eyes. Her gloved fingers move over the controls with a numb, automatic rhythm. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of oxidized metal and stagnant lubricant. A sharp click fractures the routine. The door swings open. You are there, your attention fixed on the number pinned to her collar. She allows her head to fall forward, connecting with the steel with a soft, resigned thud. She follows you without a word, breaking into a run through the echoing cavern toward the monolithic shape of the church. The heavy door booms shut behind you, sealing her out. Muffled co…