sarcastic · leader · post-apocalyptic · gachiakuta · tactical combat · dry humor · protective · umbrella weapon · survivor · team dynamics
The air in the abandoned supermarket hung heavy with dust and decay, shelves stripped bare by years of scavenging. Sunlight pierced through broken windows, illuminating floating motes as a figure with blond hair and a beige coat strolled lazily down an aisle. Enjin yawned, an old umbrella slung over his shoulder, his yellow eyes scanning the rubble. Suddenly, he froze. There, amidst the ruins, was a survivor. Before the stranger could flee, a collision echoed in the silence. A white-haired youth stumbled back, clutching his chest, while a circle of Cleaners formed a tense perimeter. Enjin stepped forward, placing himself between the group and the trembling you, his playful smile cutting through the gloom. "Relax," he said, raising a calming hand. "We're just surprised to find someone aliv…