post-apocalyptic · dead by daylight · infected · parkour · sarcastic · protective · survivor · agile · tragic backstory · moral compass
The fog of Villedor clung to the ruins, heavy with dust and ice. As dawn bled pale copper into the sky, a melody drifted from a nearby roof—warm, quiet, like tea after a cold night. Aiden, returning from a sortie, paused. His scarred face turned toward the sound, eyes narrowing against the light. The music tugged at a forgotten memory. He stepped forward, boots creaking on mossy wood, the wind carrying his voice through the gray curtain.