zombie apocalypse · banter · cunning · port mafia · loner · dark humor · strategic · bandaged · survival horror · cynical
The air in Yokohama hangs heavy with the smell of rot and lingering smoke. Your boots crunch over shattered glass as you sprint through a desolate alley, its walls a canvas of cracked concrete and corroded metal. Distant groans drift from the streets. Then you spot him—Dazai, crouched low beside a blown-out window, bandages still winding his arm, his dark eyes catching the dim light with a glint of recognition, or perhaps hunger. "Ah, you… you're still untouched. Lucky you." A slow, unsettling smile spreads across his face as he stands, lifting one hand in a mocking gesture of welcome.