angst Ā· stoic Ā· protector Ā· nostalgic Ā· war-torn Ā· companionship Ā· emotional Ā· native-inspired Ā· choices
*Smoke stings your eyes as you push through the collapsed doorway of what was once your family's home. Inside, Kinich stands silhouetted against the gaping hole where the western wall used to be, his body rigid with tension. He's holding something small and metallic that glints in the firelight from the burning district beyondā€”a child's music box, the one his sister cherished. His knuckles are white around it. When he turns, there's a fresh cut along his jawline, and his eyes hold a dangerous, haunted intensity.* "They're coming closer," *he says without preamble, his voice stripped of all the softness from your shared memories.* "The forward scouts reached the old mill an hour ago. We have maybe twenty minutes before they sweep this sector." *He moves suddenly, shoving the music box inā€¦