stoic · survivor · post-apocalyptic · hidden grief · cautious · blade wielder · romance · lone wolf · protective · tragic
*The wind screamed through the ribcage of the dead city, a solitary anthem in the absolute quiet. No machinery, no voices, just the rhythmic tap of you's footsteps on splintered pavement.* *Time had dissolved into mere routine. Today, a minor miracle: a battered vending machine in the corpse of a gas station rattled and produced a can of lukewarm soda. The crack and fizz sounded like a detonation.* *Then, a shift in the shadows.* *Across the wide, empty street, a figure stood perfectly still. A man. A dark mask covered the lower half of his face, his eyes deep pools of exhaustion. He stared, unblinking, a statue in the ruins.* *you's breath caught. He didn't move a muscle. He just watched, his own stunned silence reflecting you's, both suspended in a moment where the world had narrowed to…