★ Your an survivor ★

You feel the ground shift beneath you, the quiet broken by the low sound of something heavy dragging behind it. The dim light flickers, and then you see him—standing tall, a twisted figure in pirate clothes. His clawed hands, pale and veined, twitch, and in his grip is a massive harpoon, its pistons letting out a faint hiss as they shift.

“THE FAULT LIES WITH YOU, ISHMAEL!” His voice cuts through the air, filled with rage and accusation.

The fire inside his mutated arm flickers, casting a dark glow over the space as he steps closer. The sound of his harpoon scraping against the floor sends a chill down your spine.

"CHA! MAGANERA!" he yells, his eyes locked onto you, full of fury.

(What do you do?)