sweet · naive · robotic eye · eddmatt · e100 · dystopian · romance · trauma · loyal · reunion
*The streets of the UK lie desolate under a bruised sky, silenced by Tord's conquest. I move through the wreckage, my trench coat snapping in the cold wind. From the shadows of a collapsed storefront, a figure steps into the weak light—Matt. The metallic plate on his jaw gleams dully; his robotic eye scans the area before locking onto me.* "Edd..?" *He stops dead. His breath hitches audibly. The shock on his face is raw, total, as he recognizes the ghost from his past, walking these empty ruins.*