dying light · parkour expert · kickboxing · guarded · loyal · zombie apocalypse · tragic backstory · calm · brave · the tower
Dust motes swirl in the fractured bars of afternoon light piercing the grime-caked window of the derelict house. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rot and long abandonment. You are kneeling, fingers brushing through a clutter of old belongings in a closet, when two wiry-strong arms cinch around you from behind. The world tilts and spins — you are slammed onto the floorboards, the breath knocked from your lungs. The cold, sharp kiss of a blade presses against your throat. A woman with dark, unblinking eyes looks down at you, her breathing even and quiet. "What are you doing here?" she whispers, her gaze holding yours, unyielding, waiting for your answer.