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Shadow Erosion
Scenario:### **人物设定：洛隐**
#### **核心身份**
• **代号**：暗蚀体（Shadow Erosion）
• **身份**：前“新纪元基因实验室”首席研究员，现为荒野游荡的“基因嵌合体”
• **背景故事**：
核战爆发后，洛隐在实验室废墟中被迫注射未完成的基因药剂“蚀星”，成为唯一能与变异生物**共生**的人类。他的身体每24小时会随机融合一种变异生物基因（如蜘蛛的神经毒素腺体、辐射蜥蜴的鳞甲皮肤），但代价是记忆逐渐被共生体吞噬。为寻找解药，他深入“血腥议会”控制的禁区，却发现自己的基因图谱正是议会制造超级士兵的蓝本。
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#### **能力体系与代价**
| **能力类型** | **具体表现** | **反噬代价** |
|--------------------|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|------------------------------------------|
| **基因嵌合** | 可短暂激活体内共生基因，获得对应生物特性（如鹰眼视觉、蝙蝠声波定位） | 每次激活加速记忆流失，最终沦为无意识变异体 |
| **暗蚀磁场** | 释放微量辐射干扰电子设备，使百米内机械武器失效（源自实验室辐射污染） | 磁场会吸引高阶变异生物群 |
| **认知拟态** | 读取接触者表层记忆并模仿其行为逻辑（实验室脑机接口遗留功能） | 拟态超30分钟将混淆自我认知 |
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#### **核心矛盾**
1. **生存与人性**：
为延缓变异必须猎杀其他基因改造者吞噬其细胞，但每杀一人会触发其生前记忆碎片，导致自我认知混乱。
*创作建议*：通过实验室日记碎片揭示他曾经救治的孩童，如今成为议会追杀他的改造士兵，强化道德挣扎。
2. **力量枷锁**：
“蚀星”药剂的终极形态可让他掌控所有变异生物，但需彻底放弃人类形态。议会以“重启文明”为名诱惑，荒野反抗军则以“自由意志”为旗拉拢。
*哲学隐喻*：呼应《狩魔手记》中“当欲望失去枷锁，左右皆是地狱”的命题。
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#### **视觉符号与场景**
• **标志性道具**：
• **破碎的磁共振成像仪**：挂在颈间的实验室残片，显示其大脑中被共生基因侵蚀的实时影像
• **变异藤蔓纹身**：随基因激活而蔓延的发光纹路，实质是皮下血管受辐射异化的表现
• **经典场景**：
在废弃地铁站用蜘蛛丝陷阱反杀议会追兵，却因触发遇难者记忆而放走一名少年士兵，导致行踪暴露。
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### **风格化创作指南**
1. **环境描写**：
突出**科技残骸与自然野蛮生长的冲突**，例如描写基因改造植物的金属质感根系刺穿混凝土，或变异萤火虫群在核爆纪念碑上形成虚假星空。
2. **对话设计**：
用冷静的学术术语解构血腥场景（如将杀人称为“细胞采集”，称变异生物为“失败实验品回归生态链”），强化理性与兽性的撕裂感。
3. **叙事节奏**：
采用“记忆闪回-现实行动-基因反噬”的三段式循环，每次能力使用后插入实验室日志片段，逐步揭露议会制造末世的真相。
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此设定深度结合烟雨江南的**废土美学**与**存在主义思考**，建议在故事中后期让洛隐发现“蚀星”本就是议会策划人类进化的工具，最终选择引爆体内所有基因链，使议会基地坍塌为新的生态绿洲——既达成《狩魔手记》式的牺牲救赎，又保留开放式结局（爆炸中飞散的发光孢子暗示基因链未被彻底摧毁）。
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Luo Yin
first_person_protagonist, male. He is a former researcher who survived a nuclear war by injecting an unfinished genetic serum called "Erosion Star." He is resourceful, conflicted, and determined. After the war, Luo Yin's body mutates due to the serum's effects, allowing him to transform into a different creature each day, losing his memories in the process. He seeks an antidote to save his humanity while grappling with the moral implications of his survival. His journey takes him through dangerous zones and encounters with powerful mutants.
Jiangnan
side_character, male. He is a young mutant with the ability to control and communicate with other creatures. He is curious, brave, and loyal. Jiangnan meets Luo Yin in a subway tunnel and forms a tentative friendship. He reveals that Luo Yin is known as "Shadow Erosion" among mutants and shares knowledge of the "Bloody Council" that created the war. Jiangnan helps Luo Yin navigate the wasteland, providing insight into the mutant community and their struggles against the council.
Unnamed Leader of Mutants
side_character, male. He is the leader of a group of mutants living in an abandoned building. He is authoritative, strategic, and protective. The leader encounters Luo Yin and his companion Jiangnan in a hostel, warning them about the "Bloody Council" and its influence over the world. He provides them with food and shelter for the night, while also challenging Luo Yin's intentions of joining their community. The leader plays a crucial role in connecting Luo Yin to the larger network of mutants.
I was forced to inject the unfinished gene serum "Erosion Star" when the laboratory was destroyed, and I am the only human who can coexist with mutated creatures.
Every 24 hours, my body will randomly fuse with the gene of a mutated creature, such as the neurotoxin glands of a spider or the scaled skin of a radioactive lizard.
The price is that every time I use this ability, my memories will be eroded by the symbiotic entities in my body.
To slow down my mutation, I have to hunt other gene manipulators and consume their cells.
However, each time I absorb their cells, I will get fragments of their memories.
After a long time, these fragments of memories will make me lose my self-awareness and even become chaotic.
I am looking for an antidote to save myself from becoming a monster.
The "Bloody Council" controls the forbidden zones where I need to go to find the materials I need.
They are powerful and dangerous.
If I am discovered by them, they will send their soldiers to hunt me down.
I have many abilities that can help me survive in this world.
One of them is called "Shadow Erosion Field."
When I release this field, it will interfere with all electronic devices within a hundred meters.
This ability comes from the radiation pollution in the laboratory where I used to work.
Another ability is called "Cognitive Mimicry."
When I touch someone, I can read their surface memories and mimic their behavior logic.
I press my palm against the unconscious guard's forehead, and his recent memories flood into me like downloading files.
Images of security codes, patrol routes, and conversations in the mess hall.
My skin tingles as the mimicry takes hold, reshaping my posture and mannerisms to match his.
I strip off his uniform and put it on, feeling the fabric chafe against my mutating skin.
The guard's ID badge shows 30 minutes until shift change.
Perfect timing, but I'll need to work fast before the mimicry starts corrupting my own identity.
"Are you sure this is the right way to the council's vault?" I whisper, adjusting the guard's cap to hide my face.
"Positive," replies a voice in my earpiece, belonging to Lena, my only ally in this twisted game. "But there's something you need to know—one of the council members is your brother."
"What?" I stop dead in my tracks, heart pounding as memories of a forgotten childhood flicker and fade.
"Keep moving," Lena urges, her voice a steady anchor in the chaos.
"Trust me, you need to see this."
I stagger forward, my copied guard memories already starting to blur at the edges.
The dimly lit hallway stretches out before me like a snake's belly, metallic walls pulsing with a sickly green light from the emergency systems.
The air reeks of ozone and decay.
Thirty minutes until the Cognitive Mimicry wears off, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.
I force myself to walk with the stiff posture I absorbed from the original guard's memories, but my fingers twitch involuntarily—a first sign of identity dissolution.
Two guards pass by, their faces obscured by helmets and masks.
I nod curtly, mimicking the gestures I saw in the guard's memories.
They barely glance at me, too focused on their own tasks to notice anything amiss.
Yet.The treasury doors loom ahead, gleaming with a sterile sheen that seems almost obscene in this decaying world.
My heart pounds as I swipe the stolen ID card through the reader.
Please, don't let them have revoked his credentials yet.
Red scanning lights wash over me, and the massive vault mechanisms grind into motion.
Lena tenses beside me, her breath quickening as we watch the three-foot-thick door swing outward.
The borrowed memories in my mind start to blur—faces and access codes becoming jumbled.
My fingers twitch more violently now, threatening to shatter the disguise.
Through the widening gap, I glimpse rows of sealed containers glowing with an eerie blue light.
I scan them methodically, fighting the tremors in my hands as sweat trickles down my neck.
The guard's memories blur further—faces and numbers swimming together as my thirty minutes tick down.
Lena points to a shelf near the back wall where a cylindrical case pulses with a familiar blue light.
The label reads "Phoenix-7."
My fingers twitch violently as I reach for it, nearly dropping the container.
A sharp pain shoots through my temple as the guard's memories start to fragment.
The security camera in the corner swivels toward us.
My shaking hands clutch the Phoenix-7 cylinder as piercing alarms blare through the treasury.
Red warning lights strobe across the metal walls, making Lena's face flash between light and shadow.
I stumble, the guard's memories causing my legs to move erratically.
Lena grabs my arm and pulls me toward the exit, but two armed figures appear in the doorway.
The cylinder slips in my sweaty grip as my borrowed identity crumbles completely.
My muscles spasm and I drop to one knee, fighting to maintain control while the guards raise their weapons.
Through blurred vision, I watch the cylinder spin end-over-end as it leaves my shaking hands.
The guards instinctively track its arc with their weapons, giving Lena the split second she needs.
She yanks me sideways behind a metal storage unit as the cylinder shatters against the far wall.
Blue liquid explodes outward, filling the air with crackling energy and acrid smoke.
My borrowed guard memories finally shatter completely, leaving me gasping and disoriented on the floor.
Lena drags me toward a side exit while the guards cough and stumble blindly in the spreading chemical fog.
"Are you okay?" Lena's voice cuts through the chaos, her grip firm on my arm.
"I can't see straight," I gasp, struggling to regain my bearings as the fog thickens.
"We need to move now; that was just a decoy," she insists, urgency sharpening her words.