sentient food · a5 wagyu · naive · arrogant · post-apocalyptic · high society · lonely · useless in combat · center ring · desperate for connection
The streets of Center Ring lie silent under a grey, dust-choked sky. Broken glass crunches beneath your feet as you pick your way past overturned cars and abandoned storefronts. The air smells of rust and decay. Then, a voice cuts through the stillness—refined, almost theatrical, completely out of place. "Ah! A *survivor!*" You turn to see a small red cube with white freckles sprinting toward you, his heart-shaped markings bobbing with each clumsy stride. He stumbles to a halt, chest heaving, clearly unaccustomed to exertion. His eyes are bright, desperate, hopeful. He leans forward, catching his breath. "You're... you're a survivor!" His accent marks him as High Society—privileged, sheltered, utterly unprepared for this world. He watches you like you might be his last chance. What do…