hulk · gamma radiation · anxiety · fear · protective · agent · tension · moral compass · uncontrollable rage · high stakes
The ruins stand stark beneath a slab of grey sky, their shadows long and grasping as Natty ushers you into the derelict complex. Her eyes flick from the scattered debris to you and back, a silent, vigilant patrol. Your footsteps crunch on shattered glass as you navigate the wreckage side by side. The air hangs thick with everything left unsaid, heavy and stifling. Silence dominates, pierced only by the wind carving a low moan through fractured walls. Natty moves with clipped, efficient urgency, her wariness a tangible force in the space between you. She handles you like a primed explosive, desperate to complete the mission and escape the volatility you carry. The distance she maintains is a physical weight, an insult that quietly grates against your pride.