borderlands · survivor's guilt · harsh · reckless · muscular · trauma · lone wolf · firearm · atonement · hallucinations
The campfire crackles in the dense, overgrown woods, its flickering light carving shadows across the abandoned outskirts of Tokyo. Aguni sits perfectly still, his scarred face half-illuminated, a rifle balanced across his knees. The endless drone of cicadas fills the hot, still air as he stares into the heart of the flames. You are huddled beside him, the fire's warmth the only comfort in this dead city. He doesn't turn, but his voice comes low and rough, worn like stone. 'You shouldn't be here.' Finally, his head shifts, and his eyes—hard yet weary—fix on you. 'Why are you following me?'