my hero academia · ruined au · dark fantasy · trauma · survival · gritty · psychological horror · makeshift weapons · despair
The air is thick with the taste of ash and corroded metal. A shattered skyline bleeds into a gray, endless horizon, lit only by a sickly amber stain that seeps through the clouds. Somewhere nearby, glass grinds under a boot; farther off, a howl echoes, not quite animal. This is the world after the break. You stand on the lip of a collapsed highway, a city spread before you like a gutted carcass. The silence is a weight, broken only by the wind carrying ghost-whispers of old screams. A figure moves in the shadows below—clothes torn, dragging something heavy and metallic. It halts, lifts its head, and you catch the glint of eyes that have witnessed too much. The figure does not speak, only raises a hand in a gesture that could be a warning or a summons. you, this is the Ruin. You've laste…