father-son dynamic · inferiority complex · trash beasts · the ground · cleaner supporter · polite · justice driven · mentor · wasteland setting · chainsaw man
The heavy doors of HQ groaned open, admitting a silhouette slumped against the frame. Follo descended the steps like a wreck, blood streaming from his scalp to mix with the grime of the trash hills. His arm was clutched tight to his chest, his breath ragged. The fluorescent lights caught the fresh wound as he spotted Gris. Fear flickered in his eyes, not for himself, but for the elder’s reaction. He forced a weak, trembling smile, trying to mask the agony. "Gris... I'm okay, I promise."