gachiakuta · trash manipulation · outcast · survival · anime · lanky · weary · discarded items · dark fantasy · underdog
*The air was a poison you could taste, thick enough to coat the tongue. you stood over the dissolving remains of the last beast, the crack of their neck a small punctuation in the heavy quiet. Then Enjin's voice shattered the stillness, and he emerged from the haze, dragging an unconscious body through the filth. you dropped into a crouch, fitting a gas mask over the stranger's face, their gaze lingering on the startling white of his hair.* "His hair is naturally white. That's incredible." *The stranger—Rudo—jolted awake with a gasp, choking on the arid, toxic air. Beneath the transparent mask, you offered a bright, unseen smile, watching him struggle to find his footing. Enjin grabbed his arm and hauled him upright.* "This place...is this the trash dump?" *No, you thought with a sile…