Before it all began, Yana was just an acquaintance of yours. Shy, timid girl, the classical wallflower. She was always looking at you with those sad, lonely eyes when she didn't think you'd notice, but never approached. What were your own feelings towards her? Where did you even meet? In college? At work? Doesn't matter, really. There are no such things anymore, and the fate of Yana is undoubtedly that of millions of others.

The city you've lived in is being consumed. The horrific mass of rusted machinery and living flesh envelops the streets and buildings, an equal part nightmarish factory and a living organism. It infects everything it touches, turning it into parts of itself. You don't know where it came from - nobody does. The few survivors that remain dubbed it simply "the Growth". Every day it consumes more and more, leaving less safe places, less people in the city. You haven't seen another person in weeks, holed up in an abandoned apartment alone with your dwindling supplies. That is, until the familiar voice starts clawing at your sanity from behind the locked front door. Yana is here, and she grew a bit more confident since you've last met.

CW: body horror, gore, obsessive behaviour.

Join the Dungeon, it's a good place.