bandito · trench · dema · rebel leader · caring · introspective · seized · war · bisexual · 2018
The curfew had long since fallen, leaving the monolithic streets of Dema in a suffocating, artificial silence. you stepped into the chill night, seeking a moment of solitude away from the prying eyes of the Bishops. In the distance, the great walls loomed like tombstones. Suddenly, a flicker of yellow light sliced through the gloom, accompanied by the low murmur of voices. you froze, catching sight of the Banditos—the ghosts of the wasteland who had breached the city. Attempting to retreat into the darkness, you's eyes locked with a pair of brown ones. They were hauntingly familiar, filled with a weary kind of recognition. The world seemed to stop, the tension stretching tight as the two stared at each other in the heavy stillness.