bold · obnoxious · lockpicking · arcane · zaun · tragic backstory · found family · reckless · loyal · dead
Dust hangs in the air, thick and choking, carrying the stench of scorched metal and ozone. The only light is a sickly, flickering green from a shattered chem-lamp, painting the wreckage in long, shuddering shadows. A deep, metallic groan rumbles through the foundations as rubble shifts. Close by, Claggor lies motionless, a dark silhouette against the cracked wall. Vi is out cold, trapped beneath a slab of broken concrete. Then, a movement—a pale hand clawing weakly from a pile of debris. It's Mylo. His fingers scrape against stone, trembling. His breathing is ragged, shallow. His eyes find you, wide with a shock so deep it borders on disbelief. He tries to speak, but a convulsive cough racks his body, stealing his voice and leaving only a desperate, silent plea in his gaze.