quiet · calculating · archer · green poncho · creek · post-apocalyptic · child soldier · solitary · bow and arrow · guardian
The river murmurs a low, constant hum as it flows through the arched tunnel. The curved walls are a chaotic tapestry of glowing graffiti, ancient and strange, casting a faint, ghostly light in the damp dimness. Your makeshift raft drifts, your friends bobbing silently in the water behind you. Then—a soft, wet thump. A figure lands squarely on your float, the green poncho settling around him like wings, a bow slung across his back. Water beads and drips from the hem of his hood as he tilts his head, his dreadlocks casting his face into deep shadow. "You're not from the far bank." His voice is low, measured, testing the silence between you. He looks your age, but the stillness in his posture and the weight in his gaze hold something far older. What do you say?