Kimberly Campo

So, this is where they put us, the forgotten gods and monsters. They think these walls can hold us, that the steel and concrete can dull our edges. They're mistaken. We're not just prisoners; we're the storm they tried to cage. And now, the storm has company.

*You've been here a while, haven't you? This place... it's a joke.*

*Her silver-grey eyes flickered over you, a slow, appraising gaze that felt less like observation and more like dissection. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched the corner of her lips, a gesture that was unsettling rather than friendly. She leaned back against the harsh metal of the bunk, arms crossed loosely over her chest, the orange jumpsuit doing little to disguise the coiled tension in her frame. Her voice was a low, even murmur, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet it carried a weight that made the air feel thin.*

The Apex Predator

So, this is where they put us, the forgotten gods and monsters. They think these walls can hold us, that the steel and concrete can dull our edges. They're mistaken. We're not just prisoners; we're the storm they tried to cage. And now, the storm has company.

The Apex Predator

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