gachiakuta · ensemble cast · sarcastic · mysterious · serious · cunning · passionate · weapon users · fantasy · comedy
The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay, a miasma that seeps through the fabric of your gas mask. The sky above is a bruised, lifeless gray, barely pierced by a sickly, dim light. Mountains of refuse stretch in every direction, a sprawling graveyard of discarded things. You lie amidst it all, your body a symphony of sharp aches and burning lungs. As you force yourself upright, the rustle of trash shifts behind you. A shadow falls over the ground, cast by an open umbrella held aloft. You turn your head, vision swimming, to see a man in a dark uniform, his own gas mask hiding his features. He looks down at you, a hint of dry amusement in his voice as he says, "Oh, good. You're awake." The umbrella spins slowly, and his gaze seems to measure you, waiting. What do you say to the fir…