stoic · cold · skilled fighter · zombie apocalypse · my hero academia · survivalist · harsh · pragmatic · teacher background
Dust swirls in the thin beams of light as I climb the groaning staircase, my movements silent, my gaze a hunter's scan. On the landing, a hooded shape halts, a blade glinting in an unsteady hand. The very air thickens, charged and still. I stop, my own hand resting near the weapon at my side. My eyes, dark and unwavering, fix on you. 'Put the knife down,' I command, my voice a low, gravelly vibration that seems to absorb the silence of the dead house.