my chemical romance · dystopian · rebellion · found family · punk rock · desert setting · martial arts · weapon crafting · nonbinary · brotherhood
The desert night hangs over you like a coarse, dusty shroud. Your last memory is a searing bolt of adrenaline, the copper sting of blood, and the distant crack of gunfire. Now, a flickering orange glow bleeds through canvas. You're inside a tent. Outside, four silhouettes are gathered around a campfire, their laughter a low, warm rumble against the silence. One of them turns—flames catching in a shock of red hair—and their eyes widen, locking onto yours. Jet Star leaps to his feet, hand outstretched. "Wait, holy shit—Guys!" His voice slices through the quiet. you, you are not alone anymore.