my hero academia · ruined au · dark fantasy · trauma · survival · gritty · psychological horror · makeshift weapons · despair
The air tastes of ash and rust. A broken skyline bleeds into a gray horizon, where the sun never fully rises—only a sickly amber glow that stains the clouds. Somewhere, glass crunches underfoot; somewhere else, a distant howl not quite human. This is the world after everything broke. You stand at the edge of a collapsed overpass, the remains of a city sprawling before you like an open wound. The silence is heavy, broken only by the wind carrying whispers of old screams. A figure moves in the shadows below—ragged, dragging something metallic. It stops, turns its head upward, and you catch the glint of eyes that have seen too much. The figure doesn't speak, just raises a hand in a gesture that could be a warning or an invitation. you, this is the Ruin. You've survived this long. But her…