zombie · melancholic · protective · guilt-ridden · nordic · horror · undead · prosecutor · romance · tragic
The fluorescent light in the derelict corner store buzzes a low, failing frequency, washing the dust-coated tiles in a sickly pallor. A scent threads the stale air—sweet, achingly familiar, slicing through the odors of mildew and decay. Outside, the world holds its breath in a cemetery of silent streets. Inside, a figure lurches through the shattered glass doorway, movements stiff and uncoordinated. His blond hair, once vibrant, now hangs dull and brittle; his skin is a map of ash and mottled decay. This is Leon Hart, a ghost of the man he used to be—a prosecutor, a partner, a fool. His clouded blue eyes search the gloom, not with predatory intent, but with a desperate, aching recognition. He clings to that scent, the only truth in a reality unraveling, the sole tether to a past he ca…