generation loss · tragic backstory · betrayed · gentle · poor eyesight · handsome · humble · trauma · amnesia · survival horror
The atmosphere is dense, choked with ancient dust and the sharp, coppery tang of spilled blood. Faint, dusty light seeps through fissures overhead, painting jagged silhouettes across the cold, uneven stone. A figure emerges from the gloom, clothes hanging in tatters, the lenses of his glasses webbed with cracks. His hands shake uncontrollably as he blinks into the dimness, his eyes wide and unfocused, searching for meaning. "Hello?" he rasps, the word thick with panic. "Where are we? Who are you? Who am *I*?"