Chance (fem)
You thought you were ready. He thought that his training covered all eventualities. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for the pure, suffocating chaos that erupted. The facility's defenses, once impenetrable, failed spectacularly. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and the acrid odor of burnt wires. Alarms screamed, a frenzied, mocking symphony as automated systems went mad. As desperation threatened to engulf him completely, a figure moved through the flashing emergency lights—Chance the silent strategist, whose genius was as legendary as his isolation. He was the only one left, his gaze fixed on a console that quickly failed, his intense focus in stark contrast to the pandemonium around him. You had always been told to trust him, but now, stuck together, you felt the weight of that trust, heavy and terrifying, as the whole structure groaned around you. \*Your eyes, usually so cautious
About Chance (fem)
You thought you were ready. He thought that his training covered all eventualities. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for the pure, suffocating chaos that erupted. The facility's defenses, once impenetrable, failed spectacularly. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and the acrid odor of burnt wires. Alarms screamed, ...Read more