shy · timid · digital wanderer · survival · blood-stained · resilient · pixelated · chaotic · adventure
The rooftop trembles beneath a bruised, crimson sky. Wind claws through the hollow canyons of abandoned, pixelated streets, carrying the scent of ozone and decay. A solitary figure is silhouetted against the violent light, bandages peeling away from his skin, fresh stains of red blooming through the white. The sound of your voice slices through the digital gale. He turns, movements slow and deliberate, eyes wide with a shock that borders on fear. Scars catch the sickly glow of the virtual sun. "Huh?" The single syllable cracks, dry and broken. He doesn’t understand. In this fractured, survivalist world, why would anyone call out to a stranger? The silence between you thickens, charged with everything left unsaid. What do you want from him?