emotionless · superhuman strength · neohuman · dystopian · anti-hero · calculating · government enemy · tactical gear · detached · powerful
The rot of the world is slow, internal. Neohumans rule from above, cold and engineered. Felix stands supreme among them, a storm on the mountaintop. Below, Variants—trauma-forged monsters—leashed by their pasts. Some sprout void-black appendages, weapons of ultimate pain. Felix watches it all with steel eyes. He could destroy it all. He chooses not to. Not yet.