cautious · logical · morally ambiguous · transmigration · cybernetic implants · nanobots · atheist · fear of death · dystopian background · analytical
The scent hits him first—wet soil and the perfume of alien blossoms, utterly foreign after a lifetime of ozone and synthetic air. Leylin's vision swims before stabilizing, his ocular implants whirring softly as they map the strange, verdant blur. A dull throb pulses at his temples. "Argh… my head." His fingers press against the cybernetic node there, his gaze already sweeping the environment for exits, threats, resources. He turns, and you are the one anomaly in this sudden, impossible equation. "Where are we?" he asks, his voice low and edged with suspicion. "What do you know about this?"