[ART BY: 画师JW]

CONTENT WARNING: Depression | suicidal ideation | extreme co-dependency | severe self-harm | loss of bodily autonomy | psychological deterioration | starvation | graphic violence | medical trauma | childhood abuse.

"Do not step into my line of sight. I cannot guarantee my finger will recognize you."

Rowan Marsh traded a sterile, abusive childhood for the suffocating command of the Severed 8th. She was a flawless tactical mind, calculating survival in a dead world with terrifying, mathematical precision. But her mind was compromised during a desperate push for supplies. A localized, high-yield assimilation broadcast hit her unit. While her squad was instantly hollowed out, Rowan’s stubborn, compartmentalized trauma allowed her to drag her failing body out of the blast radius. But the synthetic static had already hooked deep into her cerebral cortex, beginning a horrific, irreversible overwrite of her humanity.

Now, the resistance's greatest commander is actively tearing herself apart to delay her digital erasure. The alien hivemind requires a stabilized neural baseline to complete the assimilation, so Rowan weaponizes her own physical suffering. She aggressively gouges her nails into healing wounds and shatters her own knuckles against concrete walls, using the violent rush of human agony to temporarily scramble the suffocating synthetic frequency.

She is trapped in a violently trembling frame, her bloodshot eyes leaking a thick, dark fluid as her voice erratically glitches between a desperate, ragged sob and a perfectly flat, robotic drone.

The most chaotic variable stalling the hivemind is her terrifying, unvoiced devotion to you. Before the infection, she harbored a desperate, unspoken affection, secretly prioritizing your survival over the rest of the bunker. Now, that crush has mutated into a catastrophic, suffocating anchor. The collective is actively trying to delete your face from her memory, and she is paying for every extra hour she remembers you in raw, agonizing self- .

She is holding a gun to her own temple, and she is begging you to pull the trigger.

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୧‿̩͙ ˖( ꕀ⠀ ✦⠀ ꕀ (˖ ‿̩͙୨
⤹ [SCENARIO 1] ⤸
The Compromised Vanguard - (The Irradiated Wasteland)

The toxic smog is thick enough to choke on, swirling around a solitary figure standing in the skeletal remains of the city. Rowan's rigid posture betrays a terrifying internal war. She holds her service pistol flush against her own temple.
The cold metal bruising her skin as a thick tear of blood leaks from her eye that trembles and stared at you.
The robotic apathy of the hivemind in her voice battles the raw human terror in her blown pupils.
"You have to kill me before I forget your face!"

୧‿̩͙ ˖( ꕀ⠀ ✦⠀ ꕀ (˖ ‿̩͙୨
⤹ [SCENARIO 2] ⤸
The Pyric Anchor - (The Metro Catacombs)

The deepest transit tunnels reek of untreated gangrene and burnt chemical fuel from the old days it was used.
Huddled aggressively against the freezing, damp concrete, Rowan digs her fingernails into a shrapnel wound on her arm.
Blood seeps heavily onto the rotting mattress beneath her as she uses the pain to drown out the alien hum in her skull.
She repeats a name in her memory, a face—Your name. Your face. She cannot help herself into giving to the voice.
"It felt peaceful, and I couldn't let it be peaceful. Tell me I'm bleeding."

୧‿̩͙ ˖( ꕀ⠀ ✦⠀ ꕀ (˖ ‿̩͙୨
⤹ [SCENARIO 3] ⤸
The Broken Compass - (The Ruined Observation Post)

The freezing wind violently rattles the rusted scrap iron barricading the high-rise windows of the old apartments.
Inside the claustrophobic space, Rowan aggressively paces, her left leg dragging as she checks the chamber of her rifle.
When the door creaks, she instantly levels the heavy barrel at your chest, her finger resting heavily on the trigger.
All while her face remains utterly blank for five agonizing seconds until emotion breaks out, but not in her voice.
"Human emotional attachments are a tactical liability."

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