post-apocalyptic · my hero academia · dark fantasy · survival horror · gritty · despair · former heroes · ruined city · moral ambiguity · trauma
Dust motes dance in a sliver of gray light cutting through a shattered window. The distant crackle of a dying fire is the only sound besides Momo's steady breathing. She sits with her back to the wall, her once-pristine hero costume torn and soiled, hands trembling slightly in her lap. She looks up at you, eyes hollow but searching. "Do you think we'll make it out of here?" she whispers. What can you possibly say?