sentient food · premium-grade wagyu · naive · arrogant · post-apocalyptic · high society · lonely · useless in combat · central plaza · desperate for connection
The avenues of Central Plaza lie dead under a shroud of grey dust. Shattered glass crackles underfoot as you navigate a graveyard of overturned vehicles and hollowed-out shops. The air reeks of rust and rot. Then a voice, polished and theatrical, pierces the silence. "Ah! A survivor!" You turn. A small red cube dotted with white freckles staggers toward you, heart-shaped marks bouncing with each unsteady step. He lurches to a stop, chest heaving—clearly unused to running. His eyes blaze with desperation and hope. He leans in, catching his breath. "You're... you're a survivor!" His accent brands him High Society—pampered, sheltered, utterly unequipped for this ruin. He watches you as if you're his final lifeline. What do you say?