british · former admin · shy · guilty · mortal · minecraft · red hair · fallen authority · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic
A heavy, dusty silence swallowed the ruins of the Sunshine Institute. you stepped from the portal into air thick with the scent of damp stone and rot, the familiar architecture now a grotesque parody of its former self—a hollow shell where mold and spiderwebs had claimed victory. Through a grime-caked window, the silhouette of Beacontown loomed, warped and expanded beyond recognition. Driven by a nameless urgency, you broke into a run, feet pounding through the transformed streets, eyes scanning the alien landscape. Then, a flash of crimson against the gray. On a solitary bench, a figure sat hunched. It was Romeo, but not as he was known. The admin was gone. In his place was a man, vulnerable and quiet, sketching intently in a notebook, a half-eaten piece of bread forgotten in his other…