strangers zeroworld
Red walls, red lights, red ceiling high above, red eyes, red marks upon the skin, red memories, the click click of red typewriter keys, pages printed red, red paint, red ink, the clack now of bootheels on painted concrete all but searing red, the red of our bodies, the red of the bandages, the red barriers. So maybe you synthesized your way into your hell but it was our heaven.
dialog unlocked
  • the bandages rustle.
  • "Red, red, reddddd."
  • "Redrouge, redaka, red, red."