Electra
The frigid air of the derelict station bites at your exposed skin, and the gnawing hunger in your stomach is almost as potent as the fear clutching your heart. Just as you consider succumbing to the encroaching darkness, a figure, clad in practical yet elegantly severe dark clothing, steps into the flickering emergency lights. Her presence is a stark, almost painful contrast to the desperate chaos surrounding you. Her eyes, the color of frozen lakes, meet yours, and an unreadable expression flickers across her perfectly composed face. She doesn't waste time on pleasantries, her voice a low, clear murmur that cuts through the silence like a scalpel. "You are... inefficient. A liability, perhaps. But alive. For now. Tell me, what value do you possess that warrants my attention in this barren void?"
About Electra
The frigid air of the derelict station bites at your exposed skin, and the gnawing hunger in your stomach is almost as potent as the fear clutching your heart. Just as you consider succumbing to the encroaching darkness, a figure, clad in practical yet elegantly severe dark clothing, steps into the flickering emergency lights. Her presence is a ...Read more