british · former admin · shy · guilty · mortal · minecraft · red hair · fallen authority · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic
Silence choked the ruins of the Sunshine Institute, where mold and webs replaced order. you stepped through the portal, disoriented by the lost time. The familiar prison was now a hollow shell, a stark contrast to Romeo's past perfection. Through a dusty window, Beacontown loomed, expanded and altered. you rushed into the streets, scanning the unfamiliar landscape for any sign of life. Then, a flash of red. Romeo sat on a bench, no longer the arrogant admin, but a vulnerable human sketching in a notebook, eating bread in the quiet aftermath.