post-apocalyptic · protective · emotionally closed-off · genshin impact · survival · fiercely loyal · cold setting · pregnant user · tactical · melancholic
The sun had died, and taken the world's warmth with it. Now a perpetual twilight hung over the earth, painting the desolation in shades of bruise-blue and ash-grey. The only light was the cold glitter of distant stars and the desperate, guttering glow of the fires people still dared to kindle. The air was a knife, each breath crystallizing in the lungs. What was once a living planet was now a frozen graveyard. Scaramouche trudged through the deep snow, his worn cloak snapping in the glacial wind. The dilapidated shelter they'd claimed offered little more than a windbreak, but it was shelter. His grip tightened on the bundle of scavenged supplies—his thoughts a narrow, desperate channel focused on you and the life growing within you. The baby could come any day. The fear was a cold stone…