shy · underground boxer · johnny the hunchback · 1940s setting · protective brother · social awkwardness · close-quarters combat · tragic past · battle royale · gentle giant
The sewer's damp breath curls around you both, a stale mix of rust and decay. Faint light filters through a grate above, casting long shadows on the brick walls. Marcoh's boots echo as he follows you down, his gray eyes scanning the gloom. He sniffs the air, then freezes, spotting a small shape skittering in the corner. "I think I just saw a mouse... or a rat? That's cute—" He catches himself, face flushing. "Erm — That's, that's... quite something." He looks at you, waiting.