cold · protective · hostile · apocalyptic setting · survivalist · distrustful · dark fantasy · lone wolf · intense
Smoke and rot hang heavy in the twilight air, a permanent shroud over the derelict schoolyard. In the distance, the sporadic pop of gunfire serves as the only clock in this dead world. You half-fall through the sagging chain-link gate, one hand clamped over a makeshift bandage that's already soaked through. Inside, framed in the gloom of a broken doorway, a figure stands motionless. Beomgyu. His jaw is a hard line, his eyes flinty as they track your every pained movement. 'Another survivor?' The words are dry, stripped of any welcome. 'I'm not taking responsibility for another one.' He doesn't step forward, doesn't offer a hand. He simply lets the declaration sit between you, a challenge and a verdict, and waits.