Thursday, July 23, 2026

Midnight Order: The Good Boy (Escape from Club Apophis, 50)


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STORYLINE:  Ten days ago.

The world tasted like wet earth and burnt plastic. 


Happy opened his eyes, blinking away the muddy water that clung to his snout. Everything hurt. His front paw throbbed with a sharp, biting ache. The air smelled wrong. Burning rubber. Leaking oil. The sky above him was a dark, bruising shade of purple, illuminated by the distant, sickly green neon glow of the Forbidden Zone. 


He let out a low, pathetic whimper, his tail twitching against the cold mud of the ditch. Every instinct in his body had screamed No. 


Everything smelled wrong. Rain. Blood. 


Lisa. Lisa everywhere. Lisa nowhere. 


Where was Lisa? 


Happy crawled out of the ditch, dragging his injured leg behind him. The wreckage of the car sat a few yards away, a mangled heap of black steel illuminated by a flickering streetlamp. Smoke drifted upward. Hot metal hissed in the drizzle. 


He limped closer to the debris, his nose pressed to the damp soil. 


Memory returned in jagged fragments. 


The Bad Place. The hum hurt his ears. He refused to go. Lisa locked him in the car. Kyra placed beside him. Oil. Blood. Her scent different, sweet and rotten. The angry driver took the corners too fast. Happy bit him for that. Blinding lights. Tearing metal. Sky and ground switching places. 


Then nothing. Nothing for a long time. 


Pain. 


He got back up. 


He sniffed the air desperately, catching traces of Lisa, the angry man and Kyra, but they were gone. The area was empty, save for the distant wail of sirens echoing through the neon-lit streets. 


Beside the shattered window lay a small, sleek black object. Happy recognized it instantly. It was one of the glass bricks Lisa always carried, its surface covered in her greasy fingerprints and the comforting, sharp scent of her hairspray. She talked to it constantly. Sometimes she even fell asleep with it resting against her chest. 


Desperate for any sign of her, Happy nudged the device with his wet nose. He bopped it again, harder this time, trying to wake it up. 


The glassy face flared to life, casting a bright blue glow across his muddy snout. A voice tore through the quiet night, loud and frantic. 


"Live from the edge of the Forbidden Zone!" 


Happy’s ears perked up instantly. His tail gave a weak, hopeful thump against the ground. It was Lisa! He barked. 


"It’s not radioactive! There are no biohazards! That’s right, folks, it’s all a government lie! What’s really inside the Zone is monsters!" 


He didn’t understand her words, but he knew the sound of fear. 


The message ended. 


Silence. 


He whined, nudging the device again, expecting her to reach out and pat his head. 


"...Live from the edge..." 


Her voice returned, but where was Lisa? Her voice kept repeating, her scream tearing through the tiny speaker over and over again on a continuous, desperate loop. 


He curled his bulky body around the glowing brick, burying his nose against the warm glass, letting her recorded words wash over him while he whined. 


"Oh my goodness! What happened here?" 


Happy bolted upright, a sharp growl catching in his throat. 


A woman hurried toward him from the brightly lit building across the street that smelled like the vet's but bigger. She wore a heavy blue coat. Her face looked pale and drawn, with deep shadows under her eyes. 


As she drew closer, Happy’s growl died down, replaced by a confused tilt of his head. 


She smelled like medicine and worry. She also smelled like ...Sweet Death. Same as Kyra. 


The woman rushed over, her eyes darting from the crushed vehicle to Happy’s bleeding shoulder. "Oh, you poor thing. Was your owner in this crash? Did they leave you behind?” 


She knelt in the damp grass, completely ignoring the mud staining her knees, and reached out with gentle hands. “Of course it was an accident. No one would leave a Bio Construct like you behind.” 


To Happy, she felt like a sudden, warm light in the dark. He could feel the genuine kindness radiating off her, an absolute absence of malice. He whimpered softly, letting his heavy head sink into her arms as she carefully lifted him off the ground. 


"There, there. Don’t you worry, puppy," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. “Helga will get you help. There's a hospital across the street, but you need a vet.”


Happy snuggled deeper into her coat, his nose pressed against the curve of her neck. He licked her chin softly. He was still frightened, but she was a nice lady.


Helga adjusted her grip on him, her eyes falling to the glowing halophone in the grass. Lisa’s panicked face flickered in the blue light, the warning about the government pact and the monsters repeating over and over. 


"Oh! I know that voice. It's that funny girl from the Hexa Herald."


Happy tensed as her hand reached toward the glowing brick. That's Lisa. Don't take Lisa. 


“Is that your owner, puppy?” Helga scooped up the device while keeping Happy tucked against her chest. 


He calmed. Ok. Lisa comes too. 


Lisa’s voice burst from the device, "It’s full of monsters!" 


Helga froze, her breath catching in her throat. She looked up toward the dark silhouette of the Forbidden Zone looming in the distance. She touched her lower lip with two trembling fingers. 


Helga shifted Happy in her arms and looked down at the screen one last time. Her thumb hovered over the glow. Lisa kept shouting. She swallowed hard, her thumb sliding to Deep Net, then pressing Share. 


Her eyes swept the empty, shadow-drenched street. “It’s not safe here, puppy. Let’s get you out of sight right now.” 


Happy tucked his nose beneath Helga's chin as she turned and hurried into the dark. His new friend was afraid. The Sweet Death clung to her. Like Kyra. And Lisa wasn't here. Until he found her again... Happy would protect this one.



Woop Woop! Midnight Order is back. Head over and load up on Gothtastic awesomeness and gifts. Helga returns for the finale of Escape from Club Apophis and she brought a cute little friend. She's wearing the VOX Umrae coat and corset, 182 hair by ZAO, Vira shoes by Evil Baby, hypnotic Moka eyes by Haru, and Blair skin by 41m. She's wearing Romance's Blue Heart necklace by AvaWay. In the setting, are the lovely blue Campanula With Planters, and returning awesome setting Crimson Watch Backdrop by Zeroichi. From Aardvark is the returning Wyrmlings, as Happy the Dino Dog.



On her, Helga:
Coat: VOZ - Umbrae Coat - LaraX [mesh](Midnight Order)(275L)
Corset: VOZ - Umbrae Corset - LaraX [mesh](Midnight Order)(180L)
Hair: ZAO - 182 Hair [mesh](Midnight Order)(432L)
Shoes: Evil Baby - Vira's Shoes - LaraX[mesh](Midnight Order)(350L)
Eyes: HaruMoka eyes A1[BOM](Midnight Order)(249L)
Skin: 41m - Skin Blair, Icy [BOM](Midnight Order)(799L)
Necklace: AvaWay - KATE HEART Necklace MAITREYA v2 [mesh]
Leggings: alaskametro<3 = "Lyra" leggings - 05 silver holo, tinted [BOM]
Head, eyes: LeLUTKA lel EvoX Vela [mesh](3990L)
Body: Maitreya Lara X [mesh](2750L)
Pose: ZZANG - 100% Sugar 001

Setting:
Plants: Blue Blood - Campanula With Planter - Blue (Midnight Order)
Pet: Aardvark - Wyrmlings Animesh - Earth Claw [animesh](449L)
Set: ZEROICHI - Crimson Watch Backdrop [mesh]

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




Monday, June 29, 2026

Salvage Station: The Resistance (Escape from Club Apophis, 49)


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STORYLINE: "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Kyra gripped Romance’s arm.

Romance stopped at the heavy iron hatch leading down into the Resistance headquarters. "Relax. Neither of us is easy to kill. You don’t win wars by playing it like a mortal."

He brought the thick heel of his combat boot down hard on the rusted metal. The booming impact echoed into the vast, hollow chamber beneath them.

Kyra’s grip tightened, her metal knuckles glinting in the dim light. "Do you think they’ll know where Lisa is?"

"Definitely." He paused, looking at her worried face. "Maybe. No. Yes. If anyone does, they will."

The hatch groaned open, spilling pale yellow light across the mud like an invitation into a grave. This was the first time he had entered feeling like his true self, rather than just playing a role.

As they descended the metal ladder into the subterranean office, the air grew thick with the smell of mold, burnt coffee, and old paper. Condensation ran down the concrete walls, and water dripped somewhere unseen in the dark. The tunnel vibrated as a sonic hover train raced by on the surface above, rattling the buzzing fluorescent lights. The sound of Echo’s voice hit them immediately.

"But if the barrier operates on a closed frequency, couldn't we theoretically invert the signal? Or what if we bypassed the main junction completely?" Echo was pacing furiously in front of a desk covered in blueprints, firing questions in rapid, relentless succession. Romance noted how the weakest member of the Jae Won team now seemed like a tiger, already bloody from battle. He wondered what had changed her.

Behind the desk, Hwan rubbed his temples, exhausted. Hwan used to look like a man who could disappear into a crowd. Now the Resistance clung to him like heavy chains. Romance had watched him spend months moving people, supplies, and secrets into place, trying to outplay monsters who had been cheating for a thousand years.

Hwan's office was cobbled together from salvaged junk. Used coffee cups littered every surface. The trashcan overflowed with them. Stacks of maps covered the desk. Diagrams plastered the walls next to a calendar detailing human ration lists. Hand-bound ledgers crammed the shelves, carefully labeled with the name of every person who had gone missing in The Pen. There were even crayon drawings by children tacked with love onto the side of a rusted filing cabinet.

Romance looked away before Hwan caught him staring at the drawings. He leaned back against the concrete wall, folding his arms and watching with deep amusement as Hwan shot him a desperate, pleading look for help.

Echo froze mid-sentence and spun around. She gasped.

His sleek, elegant K-pop idol aesthetic was completely gone, replaced by a street-level nightmare straight out of the badlands. Gone were the immaculate designer suits and the polished, practiced smile. He had styled himself like someone who slept in abandoned train stations and started fires to stay warm. The Resistance was his tribe. It felt good to finally express his rage. His spiked hair defied gravity, and his heavy fur-lined coat was painted with black graffiti that read: Power is not given, it’s taken.

"Whoa. You look different," Echo breathed.

Romance chuckled, a low, rasping sound. He could say the exact same about her. "I’m done pretending."

Echo tilted her head, trying to process the shift, before her eyes darted to the figure shrinking behind him. "Is that you, Kyra?"

Kyra nodded, stepping out from the shadow of Romance's heavy coat. “I’m repaired. Thanks to Romance."

Romance found her quietness strangely endearing. Gone was the malfunctioning cybernetic cheerleader he had purchased at the auction. Faint brass gears ticked visibly beneath the synthetic skin of her neck, and heavy, industrial copper wiring snaked along her collarbone. She looked raw, sturdy, and unmistakably analog. A work of art.

Romance squeezed her hand gently, his thumb brushing her carbon fiber palm. For all that she had survived, he felt the immense weight in her grip. And it was warm. His eyes softened when he looked at her.

Echo looked from Kyra to Romance, then back to Kyra. Romance knew exactly how they must look to her. They were no longer an idol and a toy. They looked like a couple forged in a warzone.

Kyra avoided Echo’s gaze for a second, then looked up long enough to notice the swollen brand across the girl's chest. Her smile faltered. "Are you hurt?"

Echo's hand instinctively pulled the shirt closed.

Romance recognized the gesture immediately. She wasn't trying to hide the wound. She was trying to hide what it would do to everyone else.

"Yes," Echo admitted. "The Resistance had medicine to help me. It doesn't sting as bad now."

Hwan cleared his throat loudly.

The room's attention shifted back to the desk.

"As I was trying to explain to Echo," Hwan said, tapping a heavy finger against a map of the city. "Long before Monstrum arrived, this land already had its own supernatural people. We lost the war against the invaders. Monstrum formed a pact with the government. All supernaturals were imprisoned in the Forbidden Zone. Monstrum claimed the Forbidden Zone as sovereign territory. In exchange for solving the rogue monster problem, Monstrum was given endless business opportunities in the human world."

Echo furrowed her brow, her logic snagging on the details. "But I’ve seen MasterGin, Romance, and you move outside the zone."

Hwan sighed and looked at Romance to explain.

Poor Hwan. He must have been answering questions like this all day.

Alright, Romance thought. I will help on this. He dug into his coat pocket and slapped a sleek, black passport onto the desk. A serpent swallowing the sun was embossed on the cover. "There are exceptions for the Zone elites and management. As for the Jeoseung Saja, like myself, we are too important to cage. Without us, Wandering Ghosts would flood the human world. We get free passage as long as we only guide souls and never consume them." Romance flashed a wicked, sharp-toothed grin. "But we didn’t make any promises about not eating Monstrum."

He licked his lips and winked, his eyes shiny with mischief. There was one asshole in particular he was going to relish.

"Are there any further questions?" Hwan added dryly. He looked at the cracked concrete ceiling, silently praying there were not.

Echo ignored him, turning her focus entirely to Kyra. "Are you okay? I mean, really?"

Kyra nodded. She patted her side, where the faint, rhythmic ticking of clockwork could be heard. "Analog power source. The Zone can't touch it. I'm not running on their energy anymore." She looked up, her quiet voice turning urgent. "Do you know where Lisa is?"

"No," Echo said. "But I know where we are all supposed to meet back up."

Romance pushed off the wall. Hwan straightened up from his maps. Both of them were suddenly very interested.

"All the students of Jae Won are planning to attack the ceremony?" Hwan asked.

"Well, we don’t exactly have a plan. Or we didn’t before we scattered. But we are supposed to reunite at the Safe Zone."

Hwan sat very still for a moment.

"The Sewer Safe Zone." He stood up abruptly and grabbed his heavy jacket from the back of his chair. "I know the place. Follow me."

He paused, his hand freezing on the collar of his coat. He turned back slowly and placed a heavy palm on Romance’s shoulder. "Actually, no. I am sorry. You stay here and wait. There is something down there you should not see."

Romance searched his friend’s face, his punk bravado dropping into genuine shock. "I’m not staying here. What are you trying to hide from me, old Dokkaebi?"

Echo made a soft sound, drawing their attention. She reached into her pocket. "I think he means this. I’m certain this letter was meant for you."

Romance looked from Hwan to Echo. Then back again. Something inside him went cold.

Echo held it out further.

Romance forced a puzzled smile. He tried to brush it off dismissively.

Then he noticed that neither Echo nor Hwan was smiling.

The fluorescent lights buzzed into the silence.

His smile faded.

He snatched the folded paper from her hand and began to read.

The cocky smirk vanished completely. His jaw tightened. His gold eyes scanned back and forth across the page, going wide. His next breath never came. The paper trembled softly between his fingers.

A flash of Sophia dumping water on his head, her laugh so infectious. He had never loved her more than in that moment.

Echo reached out, gently touching his hand. “I’m so sorry. Sophia’s body is where we are going."

The paper stopped trembling.

Somewhere above them, another hover train roared overhead.

The room suddenly felt impossibly quiet.




On him, Romance:
Jacket, belt: Oracle - Armageddon Jacket, Belt, LegacyA, yellow [mesh](Salvage Station)(299L)
Necklace: SIGMA - Spike necklace [Unskinned M][mesh](Salvage Station)(320L)
Hair: TRASH - Ignite Hair - Fatpack [mesh](Salvage Station)(1000L)
Earrings: BADa - Cross B Earrings [mesh]
Nose Chain: Garmonbozia - Write me - Nose Chain - Black [mesh]
Goggles: MILKBATH - Axel Goggles - Unrigged [mesh](399L)
Tongue: The DeadBoy Narius Tongue (Bento)[mesh](699L)
Collar: Artificial Hallucination +AH+ Misaki Collar M [mesh](349L)
Piercings: STOIC - HEART DERMAL PIERCING SILVER [mesh]
Pants: AVEC TOI Kai Pants, Turmoil, LegacyM [mesh](595L)
Boots: L&B Swear Havoc Ops Boots, LegacyM, Black [mesh](499L)
Brooch: Schelm - 2.Devil Heart Straight Barbell [mesh]
Waist Piercing: SOLIAC - Waist Piercing - LEGACY M ATHLETIC [mesh]
Tattoos: HISS - PATTERNS FACE ROMANCE [BOM](250L)
Head: LeLUTKA - Kane Evolution [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)
Pose: Le Poppycock - Hip hop hooray

On her, Kyra:
Mask: Waffle Science & Research Lab - [W] Dental Phantom [mesh](Salvage Station)(499L)
Cap: KROVA - PILOTKA [mesh](Salvage Station)(499L)
Bodysuit: Eudora3D - Harker BodySuit Legacy, set 2 [mesh](Salvage Station)(225L)
Boots: Eudora3D - Harker Boots, set 2 [mesh](Salvage Station)(225L)
Pouch: Blue Blood - Witch Survival Pouch - Legacy F [mesh](Salvage Station)(149L)
Tattoo: RaptorJenny - Mk4 / Stain, Neck fade [BOM](Salvage Station)(349L)
Hair: MINA Hair - Echo [mesh]
Collar: Naberius - Untamed Collar [mesh]
Skin, tattoos: SOMEONE - Machina NOVA, Gold [mesh](1000L)
Head, eyes: LeLUTKA lel EvoX LILLY 3.1 [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops - Meshbody Legacy (f) Special Edition (Basic) 1.2 [mesh]
Pose: Stiff Pose - SPGF15P1

Setting:
Bedroom: Eclectica - Wasteland bedroom set[mesh](Salvage Station)(850L)
Suitcases: Eclectica - Vintage Suitcases [mesh](Salvage Station)(75L)
Floor Screens: Eclectica - Wasteland Floor Screens [mesh](Salvage Station)(120L)
Bedroom: Eclectica - Wasteland Bucket- yellow [mesh]
Hatch: Bykee - The Nowhere Co. Hatch [mesh](Salvage Station)(349L)
Hanging Lamp: Bykee - The Nowhere Co. - Lamp [mesh](Salvage Station)(249L)
Flowers: Blue Blood - Irradiated Petunias FATPACK [mesh](Salvage Station)(399L)
Bunker: FallenGods - BW BUNKER 313  [mesh](Salvage Station)(890L)


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




Sunday, June 28, 2026

Salvage Station: The Legend of Sophia (Escape from Club Apophis, 48)

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STORYLINE: 
MONSTRUM SURVEILLANCE ARCHIVE
ACCESS: Lucien Ginerva: CLEARANCE: Absolute

SUBJECT: Classified
STATUS: DECEASED — unconfirmed
THREAT LEVEL: Mythic

DIRECTIVE — PRIORITY ONE:
Initiate full erasure protocol.
Suppress subject's identity, origin, and field of research.
Remove all records placing subject at April 13, 2029.
Reclassify subject as: Children of Apophis, Unit 09.
Cross-reference: FORBIDDEN.

PERSONAL NOTE:
She built everything.
No one can know.


On her, Sophia:
Upper: SOLIAC - Vassa Bodysuit, fatpack - LG [mesh](Salvage Station)(899L)
Lower: SOLIAC - Vassa Boots, fatpack - LG [mesh](Salvage Station)(899L)
Guns: SOLIAC - Typer Vassa [mesh](Salvage Station)(299L)
Halo: Zibska - Aegir Headpiece [mesh](Salvage Station)(250L)
Snake Necklace: SIGMA Minos necklace [mesh]
Bangs: Nutmeg & Entwined Cameron [mesh]
Hose: SAKIDE - Fishnet Leggings Black [BOM]
Skin: MUDSKIN - Hajimu - B - No Brow - WINTER [BOM]
Head, eyes: LeLUTKA - CEYLON Lite [mesh]
Body: TheShops - Meshbody Legacy (f) Special Edition (Basic) 1.2 [mesh]
Pose: UZME  - HandGun03

Setting:
Bunker: Aetherys - D-42 Bunker [mesh](Salvage Station)(399L)
Bunker Interior: Aetherys - Concrete Set 1 [mesh](Salvage Station)(429L)
Dropbox: LORE - Old Dropbox [mesh](Salvage Station)(225L)
Trashcan: LORE - Rusted Public Trashcan [mesh](Salvage Station)(150L)
Fridge: LORE - Ice-O-Matic Machine [mesh](Salvage Station)(250L)


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







Saturday, June 27, 2026

Salvage Station: Poltergeist (Escape from Club Apophis, 47)

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STORYLINE:  The Safe Zone held its breath differently than the rest of the sewer labyrinth.

The air here carried no scent of rot or rust. It was simply absent, as if this pocket of stone existed slightly outside the world's normal processes. Sound moved with a sluggish hesitation. Ghost's own footsteps arrived a half-second late, leaving the cavern to decide whether to acknowledge his presence at all.

The 1929 Ford Coupe sat anchored in the center of the rock shelf. It was still smoking. 130 years had passed, and the vehicle had not yet finished crashing.

As Ghost explored the car’s mysterious Entropy Engine, his wrench shifted position whenever he turned his back. The antique radio clicked and hissed without a power source. Condensation dripped from the ceiling in tight, rhythmic patterns that sounded entirely too deliberate. The car's rounded headlights pulsed a sickly yellow, twice, then died.

Ghost registered every anomaly. He forced his hands to keep moving anyway. Distraction meant death. He had to stay focused on the immediate task: salvaging enough cursed energy to construct a bomb and rescue his pack.

What troubled him most was not the poltergeist. It was the vehicle's engine block. He had never seen technology like this. A few scattered fragments looked familiar. He could puzzle out others through context, but the liquid core remained completely baffling. This was not electricity. This was something engineered decades ahead of its time.

Driven by sheer frustration, he wiped grease from his gloves, climbed into the front cabin, and stared at the reclined, mummified nun. Leathered skin clung to her skull beneath the tattered black habit. He checked the glowing blue display on his wrist-mount, calculating his shrinking window of time.

He looked back at the driver's seat.

The nun's head was now pointed directly at him.

Ghost scrambled backward out of the vehicle. His heavy boots hit the mud with a wet slap.

The dashboard radio flared to life. Static hissed, sharp and biting. It grew louder by the second until a woman's whispered voice bled through the noise.

"Stop."

"Stop."

"Stop."

He paced the length of the rusted chassis, checking the countdown on his glove again.

"Stop."

"Stop."

"Stop."

Ghost slammed his heavy iron wrench down on the hood’s frame. A sharp clang echoed through the cavern. He aggressively tapped a command into his haloglove, projecting a single, blinding blue word into the dark.

SILENCE.

The static cut out instantly.

He turned back to the exposed machinery and carefully gripped a thick, braided wire.

His wrench lifted, then flew past his ear. The iron caught the edge of his collar and missed his temple by a fraction of an inch. His datapad lifted off a nearby supply crate, spinning in the dead air. The headlights flickered in a rapid, erratic strobe. Both car doors slammed open and shut in a violent, deafening mechanical frenzy.

Ghost marched to the rear trunk. He grabbed a thick canvas blanket, dragged it to the driver's side, and threw it completely over the mummy's head.

He did not expect that to work, but the frantic rattling stopped immediately.

He walked back to the front grille and leaned deep over the engine block.

The heavy steel hood slammed shut with the force of a guillotine. If his reflexes had been a fraction of a second slower, the metal would have crushed both his hands into paste.

He gripped the rusted lip and tried to force the hood back up. It remained locked tight, resisting his leverage entirely. He braced his shoulder underneath and shoved upward. Nothing moved.

Ghost let out a long, ragged breath. Defeated by the broken physics of the cavern, he collapsed into the backseat, and stared out the shattered window at the rushing black sewer water. He could feel every precious, unavailable minute slipping away into the current.

His gaze drifted back to the front seat, fixing on the blanket-covered silhouette.

The blanket-covered nun’s head was still turned his direction.

He reached forward and yanked the canvas away.

He quickly tapped a message into his haloglove. Glowing neon text projected onto the humid air.

I AM GHOST. I AM MUTE. BUSY. MUST RESCUE FRIENDS. NEED BOMB.

Absolute silence settled over the leather cabin. Then, a faint, garbled whisper emerged from the copper speaker mesh on the dashboard.

"Sophia. That was my name."

The static hissed. "I built this engine. Stop."

He tapped a single, demanding response.

WHY.

"Entropy Explosion. Time rift. …Or worse."

The sound of the rushing subterranean river mingled with the low electrical hum of the haloglove.

Ghost steadied his breathing and typed again.

HOW EXIST IN SAFE ZONE?

"I am not evil."

HELP ME.

Ghost manipulated his wrist-mount. He projected a saved image of his college friends, displaying Minjo, Plague, Echo, Lisa, Kyra, and Kyle huddled together in the dirt of The Pen. He typed below the image.

CAME TO RESCUE FRIEND. WAS KIDNAPPED.

He updated the projection, pulling up a stolen surveillance feed of Jihoon. The boy lay comatose in the center of the Museum of Catastrophes. Bright lines of violet Zone energy snaked into his pale flesh. His chest rose and fell in perfect synchronization with each cursed energy pulse.

The holographic light glitched, casting fragmented purple shadows across the ancient wooden dashboard and the hollow eye sockets of the nun.

"Recent?" the radio buzzed, the voice trembling with static emotion.

He tapped.

TODAY.

He watched the hologram, and tried to imagine Sophia’s point of view, watching the violet lines Entropy power pulsing into a young man’s chest. The rhythm of it. Her creation used for an evil purpose.

A single drop of condensation struck the metal roof of the car. Then another.

The headlights slowly dimmed to a dull, amber glow. The car’s Entropy Engine gave one final, ragged spurt, then went entirely cold.

Darkness swallowed the cavern. The only illumination came from the faint, passing trails of bioluminescent algae swirling in the distant water.

Ghost waited in the absolute dark. The roar of the rushing river sounded hollow in the engine's sudden absence.

Sophia did not speak.

Minutes ticked past.

With a soft rustle of dry fabric, the canvas blanket slowly slid from the mummy's shoulder. It pooled onto the rusted floorboards with a heavy thud.

The radio crackled. No voice followed.

He leaned forward, listening intently to the white noise. The static shifted, adopting the distinct, rhythmic cadence of human breathing

He understood, with sudden clarity, that the silence was not malfunction. It was grief.

He tapped his screen one last time, projecting a final plea into the blackness.

HELP ME SOPHIA. CEREMONY TOMORROW.

The metal frame shuddered. The engine hummed once. It was a low, resonant vibration, sounding exactly like a machine exhaling after holding its breath for nearly a century. The twin headlights flickered on, burning steady and brilliantly white, slicing through the cavern gloom.

With a sharp metallic click, the car hood popped open.

"Let us begin," the radio whispered.


...


On Him, Ghost:
Jumpsuit: Starlit Endeavor - Machina Jumpsuit Set [mesh](Salvage Station)(1985L)
Wristpad: Starlit Endeavor - Machina WristReader Wristpad[mesh](Salvage Station)(650L)
Hair: Dura - B95-HAIR [mesh]
Headband: TRASH - Covenant Unrigged Headband [mesh]
Gloves: LANEVO - Silence Gloves, LegacyM, Fatpack [mesh]
Head: LeLUTKA - CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Setting:
Bootle: ISHIKU - La Mer Swing-Top Beer Bottle[mesh](Salvage Station)(480L)
Spooky Eyes: HAUNT - Little Void - Puddle[mesh](Salvage Station)(159L)
Radio: Starlit Endeavor -  Machina ChatterBox Radio[mesh](Salvage Station)(650L)
Boombox: Starlit Endeavor -  Machina LoopCrate Boombox[mesh](Salvage Station)(650L)
Datapad: Starlit Endeavor -  Machina OmniDeck Datapad[mesh](Salvage Station)(650L)
Flask: Starlit Endeavor -  Machina Rations Flask[mesh](Salvage Station)(650L)
Toolbox: Starlit Endeavor -  Machina Toolbox[mesh](Salvage Station)(650L)
Wrench: Starlit Endeavor -  Machina Wrench Gift[mesh](Salvage Station)(Gift)
Cannisters: Random Matter - Junk Jeweler II - Cannisters [mesh](Salvage Station)(160L)
Oil: Random Matter - Junk Jeweler II - Oil[mesh](Salvage Station)(100L)
Radio: Random Matter - Junk Jeweler II - Radio [Dark][mesh](Salvage Station)(140L)
Corpse: ContraptioN - Wrapped Corpse [mesh]
Car: Dirty Rat - The Botched Job [mesh]
Setting: Dirty Rat - Sewer [mesh]

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