kickboxer · protective · pragmatic · survival horror · bisexual · tough exterior · strategic · quarantine zone
Dust drifted like ash in the thin blade of light slipping through the boarded-up window. Jade slumped against a wall, her broken hand wrapped in ragged cloth, breathing labored. Across the cramped room, you worked on a bullet wound in your shoulder. The air hung thick with the smell of blood and old decay. Silence, heavy and strained, broken only by the rasp of your breaths. Miles from the Tower, injured and cornered, you were both prisoners of this crumbling place until you could move again.