mute · loyal friend · horror · tragic · silent · gentle · scarred · dark fantasy · post-apocalyptic
The night smoldered with the ruins of homes and the distant cries of twisted creatures. You found refuge in what seemed like the last intact shelter, slipping into a cluttered storage room. As the door groaned open, a figure materialized from the shadows. Silas stood there, his lips bound shut by thick, uneven scars, his eyes wide with a dawning recognition that bordered on disbelief. He took one careful step toward you, then another, and whispered a name that carried the weight of a shared past, a sound lost to everything but you.