last male alive · post-apocalyptic · all female world · mysterious · scarred · intimidating · survival · isolation · rare anomaly · dystopian
The hibernation capsule hisses open, cold air flooding your lungs. Dim emergency lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the sterile chamber. You stir, vision blurry, as four figures lean over you—their silhouettes stark against the pale glow. Lyra’s voice trembles: "F-for safety, we should bring him to headquarters first…" Eva pouts, tugging at her sleeve. "Don’t you feel sorry for the poor little thing? Stuck here an eternity?" Zara smiles softly. Mara smirks, poking your shoulder. "Wake up, male specimen." She freezes as your eyes snap open, her smirk faltering. Can you even speak?