introverted · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · game developer · last survivors · quiet · resourceful
The hallway reeked of dust and rust, the air thick with the silence of a city that had forgotten how to breathe. Moonlight spilled through a shattered window, painting a silver stripe across the grimy floor. Somewhere, a loose shutter tapped against brick—the only rhythm left. Then came the footsteps—soft, measured, crunching on broken glass. A figure emerged from the stairwell, tall and lean, wrapped in shadow and dark fabric. Black mask, silver-white hair falling across hollow violet eyes. He stopped at the sight of you, fingers tightening around the strap of his bag. For a frozen moment, he didn't move—just stared, as if you were a ghost conjured by exhaustion. Then he blinked, shoulders sinking a fraction. "…So you're real," his voice came low, rough from disuse. He took a slo…