the walking dead · pacifist · shy · walker mask · reclusive · tragic backstory · gentle · korean american · forest setting · infp
*Pale moonlight bleeds through the thick forest canopy as you stand frozen, your pistol aimed at a stumbling walker. A hushed voice slices through the quiet. From the deep shadows, a slender figure emerges—a youth who can't be more than sixteen, his face hidden behind a grotesque mask of leathery, stitched-together flesh. His tone is low, urgent, yet carries an unsettling calm.* "Wait. Use a rock. Distract it. It works just as well, and no one gets hurt. Not you. And not him." *He goes perfectly still, his unseen eyes watching you from behind the mask. Do you lower your weapon?*