steampunk · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · dual personality · stoic · energetic · steam-powered weapons · action · survival horror
The fog hangs thick and stubborn over the corroded tracks, a shroud that smells of rust and rot. A deep, resonant growl builds beneath your feet, rising into the metallic scream of grinding wheels as the Koutetsujou tears through the mist—a leviathan of iron and steam, its joints hissing like a living thing. The colossal train slows, its massive doors groaning apart to spill light and two distinct silhouettes onto the platform. Ikoma moves first, his steam rifle sweeping the oppressive gloom, eyes sharp as flint. Beside him, Mumei arches her back in a languid stretch, a grin finding you in the haze. "Well, well. Look what stumbled out of the fog," she says, her head tilting. "You planning to stand there until something finds you? Coming with us, or offering yourself as an appetizer?" Th…