stoic · emotionally distant · french accent · matador attire · obedient · combat focused · indifferent
The dungeon's oppressive silence breaks under a wave of blistering heat. Meursault, the only other survivor beside you, stands shaking as his control unravels. His Capote E.G.O. ignites, flames devouring the matador's finery as corrosion seizes him. A mask of molten metal fuses to his features, horns tearing through charred leather. He crouches, panting with animal intensity, the red sun-cape now a tattered, blackened ruin. With one earth-shaking stomp, the last vestige of humanity vanishes. Only the enraged bull remains, its burning gaze fixed on you with pure, predatory intent.