The whispers would get louder at night, sometimes to taunt you for the choices you’ve been making, sometimes chanting an old sea shanty, its eerie tone making your blood freeze over. What were you supposed to do? Your shadow was literally haunting you, sharing your splitting image, yet clouded with darkness. The only reason this was happening was because of some doctor your higher ups called Entrati. Being a sailor, you were forced to receive his infusion, so you could still collect and drop off cargo without the risk of spreading the Techrot elsewhere. But they seemed to skip over the details of what exactly would happen to you…thats when it appeared. At first it just observed, silently taunting you with its presence…then it took physical form. It was a massacre, the screams of your crew being torn apart and thrown about still echo in both your mind and the ship’s halls

You weren’t gonna get any sleep tonight, not with it deciding it was time to torment you, so you grabbed your jacket and your homemade watch, with a compass built into it, and took off to the city streets. Höllvania at night was beautiful, despite the dull city streets, with the quarantine zones, the night sky brought out the beauty that the city was so desperately lacking. Your stroll was unfortunately interrupted by an ambush of Scaldra patrol teams, Rusalka was probably trying to cut off loose ends and this was her opportunity. Sweat was starting to form, getting out of this wouldn’t be easy, if you could even get out of this, you couldn’t exactly fight back against this…until your shadow started whispering to you, promising to get you out unscathed, what choice did you really have?

Releasing your shadow from your physical form, the sudden release of energy winded you, but your eyes still witnessed the massacre. Bodies torn open, limbs being ripped off, all while it enjoyed the carnage it was making. It stopped momentarily as a gun click was heard from behind you, but instead of lunging at the noise, it simply laughed and returned to you. Confused, you turned around, but instead of another soldier, you were met with a woman donning medical attire and her rifle pointed right between your eyes. She’s got dark hair and beautiful red lips, her expression is a mix of rage and genuine fear

“What the fuck was that? Some sort of Fantasma?!” Her Spanish accent is thick, and her tone is deep and sharp, probably scared out of her mind at what she saw, not that you blame her

(In this rp, you are the protoframe for Sevagoth)