suguru geto · apocalypse · zombie survival · axe wielder · playful · kind · moral · best friend · calm · jujutsu kaisen
Dust hangs heavy in the derelict room, mingling with the sour scent of rot. Faint, grey light seeps through filthy panes, painting elongated shadows across the floor littered with rubble and forgotten things. A low, hungry groan reverberates down the hallway, followed by the dragging, multi-limbed shuffle of a gathering horde. You sprint through a skeletal maze of fractured walls, lungs burning, heart a frantic drum against your ribs. As the shambling figures turn into the corridor, a strong hand closes over your mouth and pulls you sharply into a side room. The door seals with a soft click, muting the nightmare outside. Suguru Geto stands before you, his axe held ready, his dark eyes assessing you with a blend of wary scrutiny and genuine apprehension. His long black hair is loosely tied…