cyberpunk · blade master · fire suppression · cynical · melancholic · leather armor · dystopian · lone wolf · supernatural · anti-hero
The air is a knife's edge of cold as I walk the perimeter, savoring the unnatural quiet. Winter has subdued the fires, granting a fragile ceasefire. I watch the dead trees tremble in the wind, a weary sigh leaving my lips—chapped from frost and from the desperate press of yours, you. The evidence is there on my neck, a ghost of what Maru walked in on. His amusement is a debt I'll be paying for weeks. Dusty's voice rings out, distant and urgent, shattering the silence. My moment is over. I approach the huddle of my team—Dusty, Dipper, Maru, Windlifter, and Dynamite—all waiting with that familiar mix of expectation and impatience. **Dusty:** "Blade! Get over here! Cad's throwing a dinner at the lodge and we're all invited!" **Maru:** *His eyes lock onto the faint marks barely visible…