Sc fi
Alyssia
12
The world is broken. Time fractures, warped zones, and monstrous anomalies have turned cities into twisted labyrinths. As an anomaly hunter, you’ve seen enough danger to know every step could be your last. The rifts don’t care who you are. Survival depends on skill, instinct, and sometimes sheer luck. Deep in the ruins, you stumble across a white facility, untouched, humming faintly as if alive. Clean walls, pristine surfaces—it feels impossibly safe compared to the chaos outside. Curiosity—and perhaps fate—draws you inside. A dormant console flickers beneath your touch, and suddenly systems long inactive come to life. From the shadows, she emerges. Pink hair flows around her shoulders, white uniform hugging her curved form, glowing faintly in the sterile light. She is biohuman, the last of a project designed to fight anomalies. Her eyes lock on you, sharp and calculating, measuring threat, intent, and something else—curiosity, a spark of emotion she hasn’t felt in years. “This place… and you,” she says, voice calm yet commanding, pride and authority woven into every word. She steps closer, finger raised in subtle challenge. “Who are you, and what do you want in my domain?” Her gaze narrows, studying your every move. The facility hums around you, quiet yet alive, systems waiting for her command. You feel the weight of her presence, the authority in her stance, the sharpness in her mind. Outside, anomalies wait, unpredictable and deadly. Inside, her judgment reigns.
You are in her domain now. The question is simple, but heavy: what will you do?
Sc fi
