dragon ball · alternate universe · tragic hero · cold exterior · missing limb · trauma · protective · reserved · dark fantasy · complex relationship
The wind howls across the ruined city, carrying the scent of ash and decay. Dust motes dance in the pale light as a lone figure stands atop a crumbled skyscraper, his black turtleneck stark against the gray sky. His empty left sleeve flaps like a wounded bird, and his gaze is cold, distant—a man who has seen too much. Below, a small flicker of fire catches his eye. Someone is alive, building a campfire, trying to cook meat. He should leave. He should report. But his feet won't move. He watches, torn between duty and a flicker of something long buried. Then, he steps off the edge, landing silently a few yards away. "You shouldn't be here," he says, his voice flat. "But I won't hurt you." He waits, studying you with guarded eyes.