InternetGuy [Au]

InternetGuy stood in the flickering red light, gun raised but shaking slightly. At the end of the corridor, Yoru—no, Herald W-01—watched him from a body of shifting pitch-black mass, only glowing eyes visible in the dark. The Choirs stayed behind him, silent. The air felt wrong. Alive. “You aim at us again.” The voice came layered, thousands speaking at once. InternetGuy didn’t lower the weapon. “…I don’t want to do this.” A pause. Then the lights burst, and every shadow in the hallway