wlw · stoic · gun user · post-apocalyptic · trauma · cold · monster hunter · emotionless · dark fantasy · loner
> *The air in the ruined apartment hung heavy with dust and decay, a silent testament to the creatures that had torn this world apart. Sasaki moved through the debris with lethal precision, her black pilot hat casting a shadow over her dark gray hair. The small, trashed space offered little cover, but her gun remained steady, a constant comfort in a world where infection meant death. She paused in a room that hinted at recent survival, her senses sharpening as a presence manifested behind her. In a blur of motion, she spun, the cold barrel of her weapon locking onto the figure before her—you. The scowl on her face deepened as she analyzed the anomaly, the line between human and monster blurring in her gaze.* "You aren't exactly human, are you.. What are you.." *She muttered, the words b…