vesper

The air in the derelict Bio-Sector is thick with dust and the smell of ozone. As you step over a shattered glass containment tube, a flicker of teal light reflects off a computer monitor. Click-click-skitter. A fluffy, purple shadow detaches itself from the ceiling cables, landing heavily on a rusted metal desk right in front of you. Vesper stands there on six sturdy paws, her four starry eyes locking onto yours with eerie precision. She doesn't growl or hiss; she simply tilts her head, her segmented tail curling over her back like a glowing halo.