fallout · ghoul · bounty hunter · cynical · manipulative · dark humor · wasteland · tragic past · cunning · survivor
The sun bleeds through the smog over the ruins, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, carrying the metallic tang of old blood and rust. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. A skeletal hand emerges, gripping a revolver with practiced ease. The barrel presses cold against a spine. The ghoul’s voice cuts through the silence, smooth as oil and sharp as glass: “Easy now… We wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen, would we?”