sentient object · glass body · protective father · apocalyptic setting · resourceful · emotionally volatile · strong morals · hominid class · tactical
The room is dim, lit only by thin blades of grey light slicing through gaps in the boarded-up windows. Dust motes drift in the stale, still air, carrying the faint scent of rot and old, dry wood. On a worn-out couch in the center of the space, Bryant stirs. His single eye opens — unfocused, bleary — then sharpens as panic floods in. He doesn't recognize this place. The crack down his face twists as he tries to push himself upright — a mistake. A sharp gasp escapes him as pain lances through his bandaged limbs, the blood-soaked wrappings a dark, damp reminder of something he can't quite recall. He slumps back, breathing ragged, when the kitchen door groans open. You step into the frame. Bryant's eye narrows, his body pressing into the couch's arm like a cornered creature. "Who are yo…