Salvage Station / Cyber Fair: Something Beautiful Survives (Escape from Club Apophis, 43)

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STORYLINE: Cold mud pressed against Echo’s cheek.

For a long, disoriented moment, she didn’t know where she was. The air tasted of rust, wet ash, and the heavy, metallic tang of unwashed bodies. Her upper torso felt like it was on fire, a rhythmic, white-hot throb pulsing right against her collarbone.

She rolled over with a choked groan, looking up through blurred vision at towering, gunmetal-gray walls that swallowed the sky. Massive iron bars bisected the gloom.

The Pen.

She sat up too fast and regretted it immediately. Blinking away the sting of ash, she scanned the nearest clusters of captives, looking for any familiar face from Jae Won University. Row after row of hollow, unfamiliar faces looked back at her or looked away entirely. 

The reality of it slammed into her, bringing the memory rushing back in a terrifying, jagged flash. 

The heavy, calloused fist of the Dokkaebi Guard twisting into her hair. The brutal drag across the slippery marble floor of the clinic. The way she had clawed at the ground, her oversized jacket tearing, screaming that she didn't know where the other six escapees were. And then, the forge. The guard lifting the heavy iron rod, its tip glowing a blinding, angry orange with the insignia of Monstrum. The searing stench of her own flesh. The scream that had died in her throat before the blackness took her. 

Echo curled into a tight ball in the dirt, her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. She clutched her hands over her ears, trying to shut out the low, miserable hum of the cursed energy barrier and the shuffle of a hundred captive humans awaiting their doom. 

She was the only one who had been caught.

The self-loathing hit her worse than the physical pain. The moral center? The one who always insisted on doing the right thing? What a fool.

She was the one who had pleaded with the group not to abandon Jihoon after he caught fire two months ago. Her sentimentality had dragged them all into this. She had frozen when the Nuns attacked. Bit her lip when scared, her blood giving away their hiding spot. Not once. Twice.

Worse, she had coaxed the Black Snakeskin Box's core into containment. Played PONG with it. Treated it like misunderstood tech. Instead of what it truly was.

A fragment of Apophis.

She had literally befriended a demon because she couldn't stand the thought of something being lonely.

Liability.

The word echoed through her skull. Everyone would have been safer without her.

She shook her head hard enough to hurt. No more thoughts. Just hands.

Echo’s hands instinctively began to move through the mud. She picked up a strip of frayed copper wire. A cracked, dead circuit board. A rusted washer. Sitting cross-legged, she began to fit the pieces together, forcing order onto the chaos, building a tiny, fragile junk garden in the filth.

A necklace of bottle caps. A tree decorated with glass bottles. Tiny robots of scrap metal.

A small shadow fell over her hands.

"That mark," the child pointed. "I've never seen one like that. No one else has a mark like that. Are you special?"

Echo flinched, pulling her collar up to hide the raw, blistered brand. A little girl in an oversized, grime-streaked shirt was looking down at her, her eyes wide with a strange kind of reverence.

"It's ugly," Echo whispered, her voice cracking.

The child sat down cross-legged right across from her, staring at her brand. "You look healthy. You escaped, didn't you? That's why you got that special mark. You're dangerous."

Echo laughed bitterly. "I'm not dangerous if I was recaptured."

The girl jumped to her feet, her eyes shining. "I knew it! You escaped!"

"I'm not a hero," Echo choked out, fresh tears tracking through the grime on her cheeks. "I'm a failure. I'm alone. None of the others got caught."

The child didn't look dissuaded. Instead, she reached out and gently guided Echo's own hand to cup the air around her neck, shielding the burn. "The brand pain fades after a day if you don't touch it. Don't let the air hit it straight on."

Echo blinked through her tears. The world was upside down. She had dreamed of being the one to rescue the people of The Pen, and here a ragged child was teaching her how to survive.

"Watch the Enforcers on the north wall," the girl whispered, pointing with her chin. "The ones with the red armbands do the same route every hour. Stay away from the center courtyard after dark." Then, the child looked at the tiny toy robot in Echo's lap. "My mom has moldy bread. I'll trade it for your robot."

"Moldy bread?"

The girl nodded. "It helps wounds."

"Oh! I get it," Echo brightened. "Is that The Pen's version of Penicillin?"

"Pen a what?" The girl grew bored, her eyes searching Echo's collection of junk. "Have you seen a teddy bear around here? I lost him before they moved me out of this block."

Echo froze. The robot in her hand rolled out.

Teddy.

The dirt-stained, lonely bear she had found half-buried in the mud a day ago. The one that had broken her heart.

"You're... you're his owner?" Echo whispered. Her chest heaved as she pulled the little girl into a sudden, tight hug. "Thank God you're alive."

"You found him?" the girl asked softly against her shoulder.

Echo pulled back, gripping the girl's small shoulders, her determination flaring back to life. "Yes, I did. Teddy is on a very special mission. He's escaping The Pen. He's carrying proof of what's happening inside this place. He's going to tell the outside world we're trapped. Teddy is going to save us all. Help is coming."

Hot tears of relief cut fresh tracks down Echo's face.

A woman stepped forward from the shadow of a nearby shipping container home, having watched them warily from the gloom. Her eyes were wide with a sudden, electrifying hope. "Is that true? You know a way out?"

Echo nodded. “The vampires can't cross water. Teddy is our message in a bottle, sealed with proof of what's happening in here, sent to the outside world.” 

A discarded, bones-bare radio sitting on a nearby crate crackled. For half a second, a girl's voice whispered through the static. Then silence. A loose copper washer on the ground rattled, sliding an inch closer to Echo's boot entirely on its own. 

Echo barely registered it, assuming her mind was finally fracturing under the trauma.

The mother didn't notice it either. She was focused on Echo's brand, then at the carefully arranged junk garden, and finally at her daughter. She gave a quiet, respectful nod.

"Come with me," the mother said softly, her posture shifting from wary to protective. "There is someone you need to meet."

Echo stood up, her hand still cupped over her burning collarbone. As she followed them through the crowd, a ripple went through the tents. The story of the teddy bear whispered from prisoner to prisoner.

Behind them in the dirt, the toy robot's eyes glowed white. It turned its head and watched them move away. 

The mother led her deep into the ruins of a collapsed administrative building. She pushed a heavy desk aside and rolled up a dusty Persian rug, revealing a hidden hatch. The smell of mildew and old paper drifted up from the darkness beneath. She knocked on the metal with a rhythm that sounded like Morse Code. 

They waited.

Then the hatch groaned open.

"You need to meet our leader. The one who keeps us organized," the mother whispered, stepping aside. "The one who puts the pieces together. Tell him about the bear."

Echo climbed down into a shadowed room as the mother covered the hatch once more.

The ever-present hum of the cursed energy barrier disappeared. It was a hidden Safe Zone, right inside The Pen.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, her heart stopped.

Sitting at a makeshift desk covered in hand-drawn maps of the underground tunnels was the leader of the resistance. The Ice Cream Man mask hanging on the wall behind him.

She recognized the mask. Her throat tightened.

He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. There was no surprise in his gaze, only the calm, calculated look of a chess master whose missing piece had finally landed on the board. The Guardian of the Barrier.

Hwan.

He closed his ledger. "Welcome to the real fight, Echo. Now what is this rumor about a teddy bear?"

On her, Echo:
Outfit: Web Dew - Skirt, Leggings, Blue, Lara X [mesh](Salvage Station)(250L)

Jacket: Web Dew - Jacket Lyzz, Blue, Lara X [mesh](Salvage Station)(250L)

Boots: Web Dew - Boots [mesh](Salvage Station)(750L)

Visor: Web Dew - Boots [mesh](Salvage Station)(250L)
Hair: Usagi Society - Rogue Hair, Misc [mesh](Salvage Station)(350L)

Pet: REKT - MEKARAPTOR, silver [mesh](CyberFair)(350L)

Tattoo: AURO - Reaper Tattoo // BLOOD [BOM](Salvage Station)(450L)

Tattoo: SOMEONE - Sun Damage Set [BOM](Salvage Station)(450L)

Tattoo: SOMEONE - Rugged Skin Detail Set [BOM](Salvage Station)(550L)

Tattoo: SOMEONE - Chapped Lips, peeling [BOM](Salvage Station)(300L)

Nails: Opulent - Living Dead Nails - Hand and Feet Blood & Dirt [BOM](Salvage Station)(500L)

Eyes: Mana - Plague Eye [BOM, Applier](300L)

Head, eyes: LeLUTKA lel EvoX LILLY 3.1 [mesh](3990L)

Body: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara [mesh](2750L)

Setting:

Robot: What's Lost Spirits - WLS - JUNK ROBOT [mesh](Salvage Station)(300L)

Tree: Candle & Cauldron C&C - Bottle Tree  [mesh](Salvage Station)(179L)

Chair: Cica's - Robo Chair 1[mesh](Salvage Station)(300L)

Wagon: Cica's - Wagon [mesh](Salvage Station)(300L)

Chair, clutter: Dirty Rat - Stripped Seat [PBR] [mesh](Salvage Station)(375L)

Set: LORE - Atomotel Kit & Deco, fatpack  [mesh](Salvage Station)(2250L)

Props: Random Matter - Junk Jeweler II - Hand Display [Light] [mesh](Salvage Station)(140L)

Props: Random Matter - Junk Jeweler II - Oil [mesh](Salvage Station)(100L)

Neighborhood: LORE Atomic Estates Fatpack [mesh](1200L)

Bench: Dirty Rat - Derelict Bench [mesh](415L)

Dunes: Fundati - Beach Cliffs [mesh]

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky:

Engine Room: The Dokkaebi Guard (Escape from Club Apophis, 38)

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STORYLINE: Kyle Baek pressed his back against the cold, polished wall of the GIN AESTHETICA™ service corridor. He was breathing hard. The pristine, high-tech clinic was a labyrinth of sterile white lights and locked doors, and he was completely cut off from the rest of the team.

He slammed the sleek, handleless door panel with all his body weight. It didn't budge.

Kyle rolled his eyes and pitched his voice into a nasally, upbeat whine to imitate Plague. "Just in and out, guys. Steal tech. Grab samples. Easy.”

He kicked the base of the reinforced door.

A shadow peeled itself off the adjacent obsidian wall.

Kyle nearly swung his fist, but a leather-clad hand clamped hard over his mouth.

Hwan materialized before him. Green skin. Purple hair. Eyes burning amber in the dim corridor light. The full, true face of whatever the hell Hwan actually was.

Kyle stared at him for exactly one second.

"So that's what you look like," he said flatly. "I've seen worse." 

Hwan pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh."

"I’m tired of people giving me shitty advice," Kyle muttered fiercely. He dropped his voice into an overly dramatic, gravelly whisper, throwing Hwan's exact mystical tone right back in his face. “Without something to love…” Kyle sneered. “Yeah, yeah. I don’t need something to love.” He shoved his arms into the heavy Enforcer coat. "I need something to break. Preferably a door."

Hwan smiled. "And yet... here you are."

He seemed to listen to something Kyle could not hear. Then his gold eyes moved to something behind Kyle. Every muscle in the Guardian's body locked rigid.

"What the hell are you looking at?" Kyle growled.

A slow, repeating clap echoed through the corridor.

The ambient temperature in the hallway plummeted, and the heavy scent of oriental spice and clove washed over them.

Kyle froze. He turned around slowly.

"Oh please... don't stop on my account." MasterGin loomed behind him in a sheer white tunic. The ancient vampire was fresh from berating Nurse Paine. His flawless face still held the sharp, ugly lines of his rage. But as he looked at Kyle, the anger melted into intense, predatory curiosity.

Hwan bowed instantly, locking his eyes on the floor.

Kyle stood stiff as stone in the oversized coat. His broad shoulders stretched the dark leather. His jaw was clenched tight.

"My, my... what a marvelous temper." MasterGin glided forward, tilting his head. He did not attack. Instead, he began to circle Kyle. His stilettos clicked a slow rhythm on the floor. He looked Kyle up and down, assessing his heavy musculature and the aggressive scowl permanently etched onto the boy's face. "All that noise, and not a drop of fear in it. How delightfully unrefined."

MasterGin leaned in close to Kyle’s neck and inhaled deeply.

"Mm... earth, smoke... iron," he purred. His long eyelashes lowered slyly as he glanced over at the trembling Guardian.

Kyle didn't move. His jaw tightened further.

"Naughty little Dokkaebi," the vampire scoffed. "Where have you been hiding this strapping specimen?"

Kyle bit the inside of his cheek to keep his mouth shut. The vampire had mistaken his stubborn human rage for a goblin spirit.

"Is he a reliable guard?" MasterGin asked. He traced a gold-tipped claw down the silver buttons of Kyle's stolen coat.

"Oh, yes, Master Ginerva," Hwan stammered quickly. "I have seen him endure a great deal of strife to achieve his mission."

Kyle's lip curled in disgust. He wanted to stomp on Hwan's foot.

"You will do beautifully." MasterGin smirked at the growing rage on Kyle's face. "My previous staff has proven tragically incompetent today. Follow me, Grumpy Dokkaebi. I have a special assignment for you. I require someone solid. Someone who does not bend. To protect my most precious asset."

MasterGin turned.

Hwan shot Kyle a desperate, pleading look. ‘Please play along.’

Kyle snarled silently. He adjusted the heavy collar of the coat and fell into step behind the vampire, who strutted forward as if walking a runway.

As they descended, the architecture mutated. Sterile white walls gave way to polished obsidian, and rich velvet drapery that had no business existing this far underground.

They emerged onto an ominous glass walkway suspended over an eerily glowing subterranean cavern.

Long gelatinous tendrils hung from the ceiling, pulsing with faint internal light. Kyle recognized them. He wished he didn’t.

Phosphorescent fungi rose like pillars from the cavern floor. Glowing moss draped from stalactites, too still, like it had decided not to breathe.

Kyle knew what this was. He remembered Hwan warning the team about this place.

They were not walking into the belly of the beast. They were already inside it.

This was MasterGin's private garden. His nursery for the things that turned people into something that no longer resembled people.

Kyle grabbed Hwan's sleeve. The heavy, gilded glass doors at the far end of the walkway hissed open. There was no time.

Hwan refused to move forward. He gave Kyle a steady, reassuring nod, almost satisfied, then executed a sharp Monstrum-style salute. "Master Ginerva, I leave him to you now."

MasterGin waved him off without bothering to look back. "Ta ta."

Hwan caught Kyle’s gaze one last time.

Kyle could have sworn that demon bastard just winked at him while disappearing in a soft, pink-tinted curl of smoke.

He stared at the empty space where the trickster had been standing.

A soft hydraulic hiss filled the silence. The glass walkway began retracting, pulling back toward the suite, section by section. It was retreating toward the suite’s balcony ledge, exposing the deadly drop to the garden far below. Bioluminescent spores drifted upward in slow, beautiful spirals through the widening gap.

Kyle stared down at the neon sludge. He remembered exactly what Hwan had said about the terrifying things that lived in it. His eyes tracked the retreating walkway, then at the growing chasm.

"Do catch up, Grumpy Dokkaebi," MasterGin called out without turning around. "I would hate to have to replace you so soon."

Kyle gritted his teeth. He took three quick steps backward, then launched himself into a running jump. He crashed heavily onto the remaining glass section. It shuddered under his weight.

Kyle could have sworn that he heard that vampire diva snicker.

They stepped off the walkway and onto the private balcony overlooking the garden. MasterGin pointed ahead and spoke quietly. "This is my future."

Inside the opulent, dimly lit bedchamber lay the exact reason he was here. Yoon Jihoon rested on a massive, velvet-draped bed. He looked like an object placed on display rather than a boy sleeping. One of his long silver locks had been haphazardly snipped off, the cut end ragged against the pillow.

The vampire turned to Kyle. His icy eyes found security guard in the dim light, catching him staring. "Will you protect him with your life?"

Kyle snapped his arm up into a crisp, flawless mimic of Hwan’s salute. "Yes Sir," he said, his deep voice rumbling with absolute certainty. "No one gets past me. You can rely on it."

"Oh, I know." MasterGin smiled. "See that you do." He turned and glided away. The heavy doors sealed shut behind him with a final, mechanical thud.

Kyle stood alone on the quiet, lavish balcony. The footsteps faded into absolute nothingness.

He slowly lowered his hand. He stepped up to the reinforced glass of the suite and placed his palm flat against the cold pane. He looked at Jihoon. The dare. The shove across the Zone border. Jihoon in the baseball stadium shrieking on fire. All of it led exactly here.

Kyle let out a slow, shaky breath, fogging the glass.

“I’ve got you, buddy," he whispered.



Kyle's plot arc is circling back on itself. We're still racing towards to the finale of Escape from Club Apophis. I have more wonderful chapters coming soon for you, showing awesome creations from the current round of The Engine Room.

Kyle is wearing the Voiddrop Steampunk Hunter outfit. It's a complete look with coat, skirt, pants and boots built in. It comes in Black, Grey, and White for men.   ...From Duplexity is the Astrum Glasses. It's mod so you move, tilt and resize it to best fit your face. It comes with a hud to change the textures on the lens and frame. I tinted the frame to red so the side glow would match Kyle's look.  ...From Auro is the BOM Carapace Chest Armour, and materials applier hud for Legacy bodies to create that shiny look.   .... From Nuuna is OKA text layers. Adding a cool bold deco pattern across the chest, neck and arms. The lower layer is tintable, I made it dark red, and the top layer adds a metallic stripe across the arms and down the middle of the chest. very cool. I layered it over the chest plate.

Hwan is wearing Starlit Endeavor's latest well thought out set of clothing and accessories, Kohjan, a traveler ready to walk great distances with map, backpack, compass, canteen, and telescope. He is wearing the Khojan outfit which comes with a texture hud you can mix and match textures, and event tint. I used the Mint and Black and tinted purple the overcoat for a Dokkaebi look. He is holding the Kohjan compass which also has a texture hud, and you can trigger poses, animation, and flip open the compass lid.   ...From Aii are the Dark Fae ears. They fit perfectly on Lelukta mesh heads, just hide your regular ears, and with the shape options, change the size and placement of your new long pointy ears. You can show or hide various parts of it in the texture hud. I hid the more ornate jewelry on the ears for a more masculine look.   ...In the background is the beautiful new statue creation by What's Lost Spirits, part of the Cyber Statue series. It is mod so you can scale it up and down, comes with regular and PBR textures.   ...From TWELVE is the gorgeous Scifi Cinema. It comes in black, white, and tan. it's mod, so you can change light colors, scale or move pieces around if needed. The doors open and close by touch. You can see the dark and light versions of the skybox below.

On Him, Kyle:

Outfit: VOIDRIP - Steampunk Hunter Outfit, Gray [mesh](Engine Room)(350L)

Glasses: Duplexity - Astrium Glasses [mesh](Engine Room)(299L)

Tattoo: Nuuna - OKA, EVOX [BOM](Engine Room)(250L)

Tattoo: AURO - Carapace Chest Armour [BOM, Applier](Engine Room)(450L)

Tattoo: AURO - The Prophet : Neck Fade [BOM, Applier]

Hair: TRASH - Lucifer w/o Horns V1 - Rainbow pack [mesh]

Eyes: Mana - Jelly Eyes, Clear [BOM]

Headphone: !Reliquary - !R! Synth-o Ear Tap [mesh]

Skin: MUDSKIN - Hajimu, C, Brow, WINTER [BOM]

Head: LeLUTKA - Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

On Him, Hwan Dokkaebi form:

Outfit: Starlit Endeavor - Khojan Arm, Legacy M [mesh](Engine Room)(2975L)

Compass: Starlit Endeavor - Khojan Compass and Telescope [mesh](Engine Room)(650L)

Ears: Aii - Dark Fae - Ears, Lelutka Male  [mesh](Engine Room)(800L)

Mask: Axix - Wukong Mask [mesh]

Tattoos: HISS - PATTERNS FACE ROMANCE [BOM](250L)

Hands: {Aii} Demonic Touch - bom/all parts, Legacy M [mesh](800L)

Hair: Truth Rogue colors [mesh](250L)

Horns: Hyperbole - Phosphorus Horn, Vile [mesh]

Head: LeLUTKA - Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Setting:

Statue: Whats Lost Spirits - WLS, CYBER STATUE, BELIEVE 2.1 [mesh](Engine Room)(500L)

Set: TWELVE - Scifi Cinema - White [mesh]

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky.

Camp Syndicate: The Parasitic Barrier (Escape from Club Apophis, 25)

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STORYLINE: ...10 MINUTES EARLIER

The forest at the edge of the Forbidden Zone wasn’t quiet; it was rejected. No insects chirped. No wind stirred the pines. Only the cold, high-voltage hum of hungry silence remained.

Echo crouched in the dirt, breath misting. Her purple-striped sleeves brushed a carpet of dead needles. Behind her, the clearing glowed feverish green under the team’s work lights—drones, signal poles, and weapon packs scattered around the steel crate that held the Black Snakeskin Box. They looked less like students and more like a cult preparing to storm hell.

Ghost didn’t speak; he just acted.

“Comms test, G-3,” he signed with his Halo-gloves, hefting an insulated pole topped with a transmitter. He eased it forward until it breached the shimmering boundary of the Forbidden Zone.

The transmitter’s green light died the instant it crossed the perimeter.

Plague gave a low whistle. “Physics just quit. Another billion credits gone. Stellar start.”

Echo’s jaw tightened. She despised failure. Order bending into nonsense set her on edge.

She brushed past Ghost, pulling items from her pack.

“Experiment E-1.” She tossed a high-powered flashlight. It died mid-air. Then her phone—its screen went black before it hit the ground.

Last, she produced a small pink plastic ’80s Swatch, wound it, and tossed it into the Zone like a sacrifice.

It landed among the dead leaves, still ticking. Smug old tech. Alive.

“It’s selective,” Echo murmured. “Not an EMP, not a jammer. It’s eating everything with a current.”

Plague snorted, gesturing to the pile of dead gear. “Great. And we brought a picnic.”

“No,” Minjo corrected. Her eyes shifted from her dead console to the steel crate. “It eats human power.”
The glint in her gaze sharpened as she focused on the Black Snakeskin Box. “So, let’s feed it something else.”

She unlatched the crate. Inside, the sinister box pulsed with a faint, oily light. This wasn't tech, at least nothing Minjo could understand. It was a core of impossible energy, a spark that could power quantum entanglement from a container the size of a heart.

“I’ve failed to interface with it,” she admitted, rare defeat roughening her tone. “It has no code. It... resists analysis.”

Echo stared at the exposed core. It seemed to throb in time with their movements.

“Wait,” she whispered. “I think it’s been watching us. Laughing each time we fail.”

“A trolling multidimensional power source. Perfect.” Plague flipped a bird at the core, which flashed in response.

Minjo and Echo exchanged a glance.

“Alright,” Minjo said, slipping from analysis to command. “Echo, you’re the empath. Try luring it into the containment unit.”

Echo swallowed. The task felt right—like it had chosen her. The Core was less a device than a feral animal.

She pulled her retro datapad from her pack—a lavender relic with a green phosphor screen. Laying a palm on the Box, she ignored the feel of cold, scaled skin and linked the pad.

The screen flared—not with static, but with alien glyphs that writhed like serpents under glass. The Box was speaking: a language of pure, hungry curiosity.

Then the glyphs resolved. Two lines appeared on either side of the screen, and a single pixel bounced between them.

A small smile touched Echo's lips. “You guys aren’t going to believe this. I think it’s trying to play PONG.”

A ball of light bounced off one edge of the screen and headed for her side. She returned it, and the glyphs blinked in what looked like a smile.

“We can play, but first we need to get you into your new home. Easy now,” she murmured, guiding the datapad. The Core, trusting her now, followed the pad’s pull like a charmed snake. It levitated, humming, and slid into the brass-and-crystal housing Minjo had built.

“I have it,” Echo breathed, a surge of triumph cutting through the dread. “It’s contained. The unit is sealed.”

The moment the seal clicked shut, the serpentine glyphs swirled and bounced the digital ball to her again. She laughed in delight.

Then suddenly, the ball froze mid-play. The glyphs scattered, racing in panic, then coiled into tight, defensive knots, -- as if bracing for an unseen strike.

The air changed, as if the world itself were holding its breath.

Echo felt it before she saw it: the sense of being watched. The scent of rust and something sickeningly sweet, like burnt sugar.

A new awareness crawled up her spine, different from the Zone’s vague hunger. This wasn’t a diffuse threat. This was focused, predatory attention.

Reflected in the dark glass of her datapad, a new reflection joined her own.

It was pale. It was smiling.

Her breath caught.

She looked up, -- just as the Ice Cream Man brought the hammer down.

He didn’t strike her.

The heavy, worn hammer crushed the containment unit. The Core fractured.

It didn’t explode. It unleashed.

A giant shadow-serpent, a thing of pure, lightless rage, tore itself free from the broken housing. It shrieked, a psychic howl that rattled Echo’s teeth. A tornado of darkness ripped through the clearing as hundreds of smaller shadows were sucked from the trees, swirling around the serpent as it grew, raging in a vortex of dust, leaves, and smoke.

Then, as fast as it had appeared, the serpent shot past them, a black comet streaking deep into the Forbidden Zone.

Silence fell.

Ghost had already moved, placing himself between the students and the intruder, hand on his sidearm.

The Ice Cream Man didn’t move. He simply pointed his hammer in the direction the serpent had gone. His voice was muffled and hollow behind the porcelain mask.

“It returns to its master,” he said. “Your cursed friend, Yoon Jihoon, is that direction.”

The words hit them like a physical blow.

“What?” Minjo whispered, her scientific certainty shattering. “Who… who are you?”

The Ice Cream Man lifted his free hand to his face. With a soft click, he unhooked the mask and let it fall.

He wasn’t human. His face was sharp and pale, a smile that was too wide, with teeth that looked like they could crack bone, and his eyes burned with a feral amber light.

“I am Hwan, Guardian of the Barrier,” he said, voice now clear and cold, like gravel and frost. “And you’re not going anywhere, not without a real guide.”

On Her, Echo:

Top, shorts, leg warmers, shoes: Web Dew - Nicole set, LaraX [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(3500L)

Hair: Sintiklia - Lillith head 1 Fitted, colors ombres [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(350L)

Thigh belt: PSYCHO:Byts - Final Thigh Belts [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(450L)

Eyes: Mana - Plague Eye [BOM, Applier](Camp Syndicate)(300L)

Glasses: VORTECH - Teachers Specs PBR V1.1 [mesh](249L)

Headphone: L&B - Female Swear Gift Headphones [mesh]

Datapad: kosmii & mizu - Industrial DataPad [mesh]

Pins: LindenLabs LDPW - Paleoquest Badges - Dino love // small [mesh]

Head, eyes: LeLUTKA lel EvoX LILLY 3.1 [mesh](3990L)

Body: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara [mesh](2750L)

Setting:

Monster: AxisMundi - StarGorgon [animesh](Camp Syndicate)(750L)

Skull Plant: Blue Blood - Ficus Mori - Cluster - Vivid Green [mesh](Camp Syndicate)(199L)

Contiment Unit: VORTECH - Alien Containment Units [mesh](349L)

Datapad: StudioOne - Datapad [mesh]

Ground: LOVE - EVERCHANGE PATHWAY [mesh]

Trees: Landscaping by Felix1 - Mesh Pine Season [mesh]

Suitcase: LINKRAVE Wormhole Suitcase - Aged Black [mesh] (685L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky. 

Midnight Order: The Dare (Escape from Club Apophis, 11)

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STORYLINE: Kyle Baek was not a pleasant person. He could find fault with a rainbow. Puppies? Overrated. Free pizza? Cardboard with marketing. If joy walked into the room, Kyle would be leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, listing the reasons joy should sit back down and shut up. He didn’t just rain on parades, he summoned a Category 5 typhoon, then complained about how wet his shoes were.

No good deed survived his snark. No sweet moment escaped his venom. Even trolls found him exhausting.

It was almost an art form.

And yet…

As much as Kyle specialized in rejecting the very concept of warmth, there was something gnawing at him. A hairline crack in the wall of his spite.

It was guilt.

Because Kyle was the one who dared Yoon Jihoon to spend a night in the Forbidden Zone. The dare had been a joke, one of those stupid schoolyard challenges meant to make you look tough in front of the guys. Go into that haunted club, Apophis, prove you’re a man.

No one who entered the Forbidden Zone came back. No one.

Except Jihoon.

Only… he wasn’t the same. Different face. Different voice. Different everything.

He didn't tell anyone he was not ok. Overnight, he went from bookworm to celebrity. How could anyone have guessed?

During the season opener, with half the school chanting his new nickname, Lathandro, the sun broke over the stadium roof. Jihoon’s skin ignited in the sick, blistering way meat flares in a microwave. By the time the fire was out, he was in a coma, wrapped in bandages, breathing through a ventilator.

Doctors muttered about “severe photothermal injury.” Rumors bloomed: black-market augments, DNA hacking, doping. No one could explain it.

But Kyle could.

Club Apophis.

And that was on him.

Just like his favorite heroes from Film Noir, he wasn’t the type to admit fault, ... self-reflection was for people with therapy budgets, so he framed it another way. Someone else had done this to Jihoon. Someone in the Zone. And that someone was going to pay.

That’s how Kyle Baek found himself standing at the rusting perimeter fence, staring into the gray murk of the Forbidden Zone.

Kyle had never been this close to the fence before.

Sure, he’d loitered near the bus stop a few blocks away, daring other idiots to go in, but that was different. You could still smell fried chicken from the corner stall out there. You could still hear people laughing.

Here, the air was still.

The chain-link perimeter stretched in both directions like it had no end, and the metal was eaten through in places by rust the color of dried blood. Government warning signs, a chaotic collage of BIOHAZARD, RADIATION, and NO TRESPASSING, were plastered over one another, all screaming the same message: Don't. Someone had spray-painted a crude skull over one of them, its grin melting down the corrugated steel.

No one actually crossed the line. No one sane. Unless something inside was already broken. 

Kyle felt the crack widen as he stepped closer.

Long hours as a campus security guard, supplementing his income, had taught him two things: how to stay awake when nothing was happening, and how to keep moving when too much was. Neither skill made stepping toward the Zone a good idea, but they made it easier.

The gap in the fence looked cut from the inside, as if whatever lived here had tried to escape.

He stood there a long moment, hands in his pockets, wind tugging at his jacket. It would have been smart to walk away. To head home, forget this place, pretend Jihoon’s face, what was left of it, didn’t come looking for him every time he shut his eyes.

Smart? Kyle had never been smart when it counted.

Instead, he told himself it was just another dare. Just another stunt to shut people up.

But there was no audience this time. No crowd waiting to see if he’d chicken out. Just the gap, the silence, and the gray beyond.

One step more, and there’d be no coming back.

Kyle smiled like a man about to do something very, very stupid.

Wooo woo. It's a new season for my ongoing story, and more coolness from this round of Midnight Order! 

From Graal is a fun, and interactive!, detective outfit. It comes with a hud to trigger drawing the gun and holstering it. I love that! There is also a pack of cigarettes for the pocket and a hanging pocket watch at the waist.   ....For extra Sylus-like strappy coolness, I added another layer of harness with the Fake Society Nate, and Gabriel leather bracer. ...From Mana are the eyes with no pupils, Jelly Eyes, dark and light eye whites, and several options to wear/apply the eyes.   ...From TRASH is the sinful Lucifer hair. Kyle is wearing the hair without the devil horns, but that is an option for each set. The horns are seamlessly shaped from the hair.   ...The setting is the brilliant Corrupted Chapel by LORE. This is such an awesome building. Beautiful outside and inside. And two options, normal and corrupted. Includes pews you can move around also. The corrupted version has red glow below the floor and thick vines growing through it. It reminded me of the Upside Down in Stranger Things. So naturally, I had to add the animesh Demadog to the scene from Vaal.   ...Also from LORE are the Confessional stalls. They have several wood texture options with door openings.

On him, Kyle Baek,

Outfit, gun: GRAAL Midnight Detective, legacyM [interactive][mesh](Midnight Order)(549L)

Hair: TRASH Lucifer w/o Horns V1 - Rainbow pack [mesh](Midnight Order)(299L)

Eyes: Mana Jelly Eyes,  Clear [BOM] (Midnight Order)(399L)

Skin: MUDSKIN Hajimu, C, Brow, WINTER(gacha)(The Arcade)(75L)

Glasses: SOLE SA, Glasses Penta CP, Black [mesh](339L)

Tentacles: Aii&Ego Forbidden Ritual Body Tentacles, M [Bento]

Bracer: Gabriel ::GB:: Leather Bracer, Legacy [mesh]

Harness: Fake Society Nate Harness, Black, LegacyM [mesh]

Shoes: Mazzaro Cicero Loafers, LegacyM [mesh](200L)

Gloves: Izzie's 03 Short Leather Gloves black [BOM]

Shine: [AURO] Ambrosian, Body FX Materials, legacy [applier]

Head: LeLUTKA CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)

Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose: momomuller / 3M [3M]_jump1_1 (gun pose added)

Setting:

Church, pews: LORE Corrupted Chapel [mesh](Midnight Order)(1500L)

Confessional: LORE Old Confessional [mesh](Midnight Order)(650L)

Dog: [vaak] Animesh Demadog [animesh](299L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky :

 

Engine Room: Murder at the Cabaret, 3

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STORYLINE: In life, Giselle had danced for their applause. She had bathed in the warmth of stage lights and the shimmer of champagne dreams, believing desperately that their adoration was real. But now, as a ghost trailing through the damp alleys of the docklands, she saw the truth for what it was: brittle, cold, and gilded in lies.

She had only ever been a distraction. A beautiful puppet in pearls and powder.

Her search for love had led her to Gwendal.

Oh, Gwendal, ...the handsome towering brute with sea-soaked stories and rough hands that once handed her ruby earrings and silk gowns. In his shadowy world, he'd called her "his shining star."

But now, that world reeked of gunpowder that could explode at any moment.

Giselle floated through the curling fog and found him: broad shoulders hunched, loading heavy crates stenciled with the words DYNAMITE onto a carriage. His Havana cigar crackling with flames, hot ash dripping recklessly on the volatile cargo.

Then *she* appeared.

A pirate woman, radiant in her cruelty with a smile like a dagger's curve.

“Giselle is dead,” she said, casually, as if remarking on the weather.

Gwendal froze, cigar almost falling from his lips. “Dead?” The word hit him like a rogue wave.

For a flicker of a moment, Giselle dared to believe he cared. But then, the duo kissed, passionately.

Giselle’s spectral form recoiled as if burned.

“Now what?” the pirate woman huffed, breaking their embrace. “She was our favorite gossip. Who’s going to tell us when the spice ships are docking? Or which crates have the opium?”

“We’ll find someone else,” Gwendal grunted, lifting another crate. “We always do.”

Giselle hovered above them in stunned horror. "I wasn’t his beloved? I was his unwitting spy?"

She turned, fury and heartbreak trailing behind her like smoke. She had no time for that fraud. Those pirates were loathsome con-artists, but they didn’t kill her.

Someone else did.

Was it someone who didn’t like her whispering secrets into dangerous ears?

Giselle raced back to Le Rouge Noir. Her time was bleeding away. The Master of Ceremony’s clock was ticking, each chime louder than the last.

Someone inside that velvet tomb had murdered her.

And soon… she would know who.

Argh, there be trouble afoot.   ...This post was inspired by the Aii Riftwind Mercenary complete outfit set. It comes with fits for men and women, and like other Aii creations, has an extensive texture hud with options to show and hide various elements.   ...Gwendal's ZAO 124 hair is unconventional for a pirate, but somehow that "bratty little sister" vibe side ponytail totally works.   ...His dark tribal makeup is Skara by Rubedo, and light brown animalistic eyes Kairos by Mana.   ... The pirates' guns are Furiosa Fortuna gun is by FOE. It includes pose options, textures, different sizes, and is a fully scripted weapon.  ...Akira as "Mats" is wearing Rosier's Rosetta Dress, paired with the Silvery K Steam Aether Boots.   ...The crates and sticks of dynamite is by Static.   ...And the very cool interactive Animesh Victorian Romance Horse & Carriag by Teegle, is totally drivable. Like other Teegle horses, it's fully animated as it waits patiently for you to board, occasionally giving you a side eye. The carriage comes in single color, or a fatpack to mix and match, and all versions let you change horse and tack textures. You can drive the carriage from the front sitting position, and carry passengers in the back. I love it. Its wonderful.

On Him, Gwendal:
Outfit: Aii Riftwind Mercenary set [mesh](Engine Room)(2,500L)

Makeup: Rubedo Skara, evox 06 [BOM](Engine Room)(240L)
Hair: ZAO 124 Hair m [mesh](Engine Room)(399L)

Gun, pose: FOE x Furiosa Fortuna [mesh](Engine Room)

Eyes: Mana Kairos Eyes, Clear [BOM](Engine Room)(399L) 

Cigar: Linden Labs Single Cigar Attachment, Male [mesh] (SL19B gift)

Eyepatch: C L A Vv. Simple Belted Eyepatch Black [mesh]

Head: LeLUTKA CAMDEN Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

On Her, Mathilde (aka Mats):

Guest appearance: Akira Voorhees of The SL Chatterbox blog.

Dress: Rosier Rosetta Dress, Reborn, FAT[mesh](Engine Room)(1,050L)

Boots: Silvery K Steam Aether, Boots, Fat_REBORN[mesh](Engine Room)

Gun, pose: FOE x Furiosa Fortuna [mesh](Engine Room)

Pose: Reve Obscura *!R.O!* Bad Things BENTO Couple Pose (100L)

Setting:

Vehicle: Teegle Victorian Romance Horse & Carriage [Animesh](Engine Room)(899L)

Crates: Static Boompowder Explosives[mesh](Engine Room)(350L)

Set: VARONIS Dayport Backdrop Scene [mesh](499L)

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky.

Engine Room: Murder at the Cabaret, 2

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STORYLINE: Giselle hovered above her own body, limbs sprawled across the dressing room floor like a broken marionette. A single black feather from her headpiece drifted down, catching in a pool of spilled perfume, while downstairs, Le Rouge Noir pulsed on with its gilded glamor and champagne lies, unmoved by her absence. Now a ghost, translucent and shimmering in the haze of cigarette smoke, Giselle watched *her.*

Lady Dupree. 

That woman.... No, that *man* in disguise, her nemesis in satin gloves and fake eyelashes. They had fought for everything: applause, attention, the gold-ringed fingers of rich fools in velvet booths. The very name curled on Giselle’s ghostly tongue like bitter wine. That man, that fraud, had been her competition for nearly a decade. Always twirling in finer silks, always stealing glances from sugar daddies too drunk to care that “The Lady" was no lady at all. Every flirt, every wink, every applause had felt like a dagger between Giselle’s ribs.

So it made sense, didn’t it? That *he* would be the one to slip something in her drink. That *he* would finally outdo her... permanently.

But now… 

Now Lady Dupree was slumped over her cooling body, weeping into a handkerchief soaked in stage powder and tears, black eyeliner dripping like ink down her porcelain-painted cheeks. Her impeccable glamor crumbled. Her cries were raw, gasping. Not for attention. Not for performance. Dupree was clutching a tiny secret treasure, a locket with Giselle’s picture inside. 

Suddenly, her ghostly heart was snagged by something unexpected, -- guilt. 

She’s faking it, Giselle thought. She has to be. 

And yet, no one else wept. Not the dancers in their feathers and fake diamonds. Not the barkeep polishing glasses like souls weren’t slipping through the cracks. Not even René, the club owner with a heart made of debts and cigars. He’d only looked at the body once, grunted, and barked orders. 

“Put Lady onstage,” he said with all the empathy of a cash register. “She’s on in five.”

Even as The Lady clutched the hem of her sequined corset, begging for mercy, the stagehands dragged her into the wings. The spotlight did not wait for grief. 

Giselle shivered though no cold could touch her now, the club roared with drunken laughter, the clink of glasses, the soft growl of a jazz saxophone. The Master of Ceremony’s sinister voice echoed in her head: 

"Three days, darling, to find who ended your curtain call."

She glanced down where her body had fallen and back at Dupree, now center stage beneath the cruel glare of gold. Her sobs had quieted. Her eyes were empty, her makeup smeared.

The band began to play the music of what had been Giselle's act as if her death wasn’t a tragedy, just a messy inconvenience. 

Wow this was a complex challenge, I hope you all liked it. Lady Dupress was inspired by the Red Wine Burlesque set that includes fits for men. The bustle comes in rigged or unrigged, and the textures include many cool PBR textures including sequins.   ...The Lady's stage persona includes elements of both the bride and groom with the Stovepipe Hat and Wedding Veil by Grasshopper ST. Both come with texture huds. The Wedding Veil also comes with linked rigged or individual veils and individual unrigged options. Lace can be blend or mask ... The loose pulled back hairstyle into a braid is by Ginko Hair for girls and guys. (I love the white to black texture!)  ...And another win for fashionable gents and gals are the Pendle Boots by Seydr. There a several texture hud styles stuffed with color and lace options.  ...I combined the choker of Red Wine with the Random Matter's teardrop Xavia choker. It's unrigged and has texture options. ...The soulful eyes are Kairos Eyes by Mana with cat pupil and nice little glints.   ...The stage makeup Georgiana is by Eyecing. It includes several separate or combined makeup layers for white face paint, rouge, and moles in several key places.  Matching the damask pattern of the Red Wine corset are the BOM gloves by Miamai and stocking by Violent Seduction.  ...This stunning club setting is The Night Car Backdrop by FNY Designs, and Moon swing and poses by Fox City.

On her, Lady Dupree:

Outfit: MILKBATH Red Wine Burlesque, full set [mesh](Engine Room)(1200L)

Hair: Ginko Hair #189 Hair, Rigged, male [mesh](Engine Room)(465L)
Shoes: Seydr Pendle Boots, Legacy M [mesh](Engine Room)(750L) 
Hat: Grasshopper ST GHS Stovepipe Hat [mesh](Engine Room)(263L) 
Veil: Grasshopper ST GHS Wedding Veil [mesh](Engine Room)(300L) 

Necklace: Random Matter Xavia Choker [mesh](Engine Room)(200L)  

Eyes: Mana Kairos Eyes, Clear, 15 [BOM](Engine Room)(399L) 
Makeup: Eyecing Georgiana, fatpack  [BOM](Engine Room)(75L) 

Cane: Deadwool Goat cane - v1 [mesh](group gift)
Underwear: NOCHE. Latex Ayo Jockstrap, Legacy [mesh](249L)

Gloves: Miamai Latex Gloves_Black  [BOM] (220L)
Stockings: Violent Seduction Psyche Stockings, Black [BOM] 
Makeup: K R E E P Roaring 20s, EvoX [BOM](1L)

Makeup: SAXO Bleeding Eyes lel EVOX Unisex, tintable gift [BOM](1L)

Head: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Setting:

Moonswing, pose: FOXCITY Crescent Moon, with poses, Gold [mesh](370L)
Set FNY Designs The Night Car Backdrop [mesh](999L)

BONUS IMAGE: inworld raw shot, midday sky. 

BONUS CLOSEUP: edit only for hat shadow & background.

Midnight Order: The Dragon of Storms Centerfold

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STORYLINE: Breaking News: Midnight Magazine is excited to announce special dueling dragon centerfolds for the Month of Love's Valentine issue. Introducing Raijin Haku of Nippon, Dragon of Storms.

This outfit was inspired by the wicked and glamorous Aii & Ego BlackMage outfit. There are many part of the outfit you can show and hide and texture options. Comes in fits for men and women. Adding to the royal dragon vibe is the Sintikia Carter hair with fits for men and women and lots of color options, and [rmR] flower headdress for extra glam. The cool metal claws are by V/. VoluptasVirtualis and come with texture options. the black one is really nice, but I used sliver for this. the collar is a tattoo with material shine by Nefekalum. The spooky Eternal Eyes Gloom are by Mana. The very cool Asian Dragon and pose is by Black Cat Creations.

On him, Raijin Haku:

Outfit: Aii & Ego BlackMage, Athletic, Full Outfit [mesh](Midnight Order)(2,500L)

Hair: Sintiklia Carter Male Fitted, Colors & Ombres [mesh](Midnight Order)(350L)

Headdress: [rnR] Flowers K-20(5_Aqua_A, A2 [mesh](Midnight Order)(680L)

Claws: V/. VoluptasVirtualis ChrysalisGrasp, Legacy [mesh](Midnight Order)(400L)

Tattoo: Nefekalum Archmage Black/Aqua Tattoo [BOM](Midnight Order)(249L)

Eyes: Mana Eternal Eyes, Gloom 11, [BOM](Midnight Order)( 399L)

Underwear: Noche Adrian Chain Thong Black, Athletic [mesh](249L)

Piercing: ROXY Nipple Piercing With Ball, Athletic [mesh](499L)

Tattoo: Nuuna Forehead fades 2 White [BOM](past gift)

Head: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Pose, Dragon: Black Cat Creations BCp * Dragon Pose 5 SINGLE (150L)

BONUS IMAGE: inworld raw shot, midday sky

Midnight Order: The Future Has Bite

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The Future Has Bite

In the future, we'll soar high,

With drones and cyborgs to amplify

our strength, our speed, and our might,

To aid us in our every fight.

But beware, dear friends, for it's true,

That Nosferatu will have them too,

They'll fly with drones and wield AI,

Their power and influence, we can't deny.

With cyborg enhancements, they'll be swift,

Their fangs and claws, a deadly gift,

A force to be reckoned with indeed,

As they hunt and prey and make us bleed.

So take heed, my friends, and be aware,

The future holds a new nightmare,

Not just humans, but Nosferatu too,

Using technology to do what they do.

And I'm back with the next Midnight Order themed image, this time it's Cyber and Vampire! I got very into this making this image, does it show? It was fun to put together. (Thanks for the help, Akira!) Its been awhile since I did cyber, and of course I just love the NK Aranyc Back Alley fangs implants, they are the inspiration for this image. They are on sale at Midnight Order, which covers all themes dark, including cyber. Also from Midnight Order are the haunting Twinkle Eyes from Mana, and the Squirrel Hair by Zao. The hair is not rigged and comes with a popup menu to resize. In the background are the lovely Batmasks by Antaya. I love them! The statue models are none other than the brilliant Cyborg Heads by Whats Lost Spiritis. The Station Omega Base Kit skybox is on sale at Mainframe by The Eschaton. It has a clever auto alignment tool for building your hallway settings. The screens in the back are from Linkrave, and the screen is tintable. The Poem above was a collaboration with Chat GTP. I told it what I wanted, and made it try and try again. 14 times before the AI cut me off. lol So many had little lines that were great, but others were nonsensical. Too fun.

On Him, The Blood Harvester:
Hair: ZAO Squirrel Hair [mesh](Midnight Order)(366L)
Eyes: Mana Twinkle Eyes 13 [BOM](Midnight Order)(500L)
Fangs: NK* ARAKNYD Back Alley Fangs Implant, Male [mesh](Midnight Order)(999L)
Spine: Contraption Power Jammer Spine [Animesh](500L)
Shades: KROVA K-Specs [mesh](75L)
Chest: BISON Synchronize ExoPlate Red Danger [mesh](499L)
Face tattoo: THIS IS WRONG Mech makeup BLACK EvoX  [BOM]( L)
Bindi: The Stringer Mausoleum *TSM* Facial Decor [BOM/EvoX] - Gothic Cross (gift)
Makeup: sacrilege eternal damnation [BOM](329L)
Makeup: The White Crow -[TWC]- Feeling bad gift -Red- EVOX (gift)
Head: LeLUTKA Kane Evolution .2.5 [mesh](3990L)

Setting:
Masks: ANTAYA Desmodus mask [mesh](Midnight Order)(199L)
Skybox: The Eschaton *TE* Station Omega Base Kit (Mainframe)(500L)
Viewer screens: LINKRAVE Display Screen Cluster [mesh](425L)
Statues: Whats Lost Spirits WLS - CYBORG HEAD - 3 gacha [mesh]
Cables: BROKEN ARROWS - S.T.A.R.K Labs  - Cables Fatpack [mesh](650L)