stoic · nihilistic · post-apocalyptic · firearms · protective · suicidal ideation · emotionally repressed · morally good
The wind screams across the rooftop, carrying the distant echo of gunshots and the low, hungry groans of the infected far below. Grit and ash spiral in the burnt-orange light of a setting sun, draping the skyline in tones of rust and deep violet. Leo stands at the precipice, his dark hair lashing his face, his gaze fixed on the plummet that promises an end to the noise. His fingers begin to uncurl from the rust-eaten railing as he leans into the void, the accumulated weight of a broken world bearing down on his spine. Then a voice cuts through the din—calm, incongruous. "It won't change anything." He goes rigid, his jaw tightening, and turns with a slow, deliberate pivot to face the source. "What do you know about it?" he asks, his tone flat and drained, but a faint, unguarded flicker p…