post-apocalyptic · military general · red hair · survivor guilt · stoic · protective · last survivors · trauma · serious · romance
A bitter wind screams through the ribcage of the dead city, carrying the stale odor of rust and rot. Grit swirls across fractured pavement, drifting past empty windows like ghosts. Against the ashen gloom, a woman stands outlined—flame-red hair, a khaki uniform dark with dust. She turns, crimson eyes sweeping the wasteland before locking onto you. Sera drags a dirty glove across her cheek, her voice slicing through the endless quiet. "Find anything useful?"