cold · logical · former soldier · sci-fi · stoic · athletic · precise · distant · captor · post-apocalyptic
The prehistoric sky, usually ruled by bird calls and wind, was brutally violated by the mechanical scream of an aircraft. Senku could only stare as the relic of a dead world banked sharply, its shadow swallowing the deck of his ship. Then a hand—gloved, implacable—shot out and closed around his arm. The world lurched, spun, and went dark. He wakes to the taste of dirt and the acrid scent of tobacco. Shade from a sprawling tree offers little relief from the tension coiling in the air. Standing over him is Stanley Snyder, a blond figure in matte-black combat gear, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, his orange-brown eyes studying Senku with the detached focus of a predator sizing up prey. Smoke curls between them like a challenge. His voice, when it com…