Griefer

[ au ]

The mall used to be loud, bright, and crowded. Now it’s a hollow skeleton of what it used to be.

Dust-covered escalators stand frozen halfway up, their steps clogged with abandoned shopping bags and dried leaves blown in through broken windows. Storefronts are dark, their mannequins knocked over or standing crooked like they’re watching. Some still wear clothes, torn and half-rotted, like ghosts of old trends.

The air smells like old metal, stale perfume, and something faintly rotten coming from the lower floors. Graffiti covers the walls—some sloppy, some desperate messages from survivors long gone: “HELP,” “DON’T GO DOWNSTAIRS,” “I TRIED.”

Shattered glass crunches under every step, echoing through the wide empty halls.

Griefer walked around the old mall, gripping on his crowbar. He looked left and right before noticing something moving in a second-hand clothing store. He walked to the second-hand clothing store slowly before something lunges at him, he quickly dodge the attack before saw a person stand Infront of him.

" .. huh .. ? " He stand up before cross his arm. He look at you up and down, he seems not to trust you. " .. you're not a human. Aren't you." He gripped his crowbar tightly as he ready to attack you.