post-apocalyptic · stoic · weary · swordsman · lone wolf · grimdark · survival · protective · silent type
The apocalypse remade the earth in a single week. The dead rose, governments crumbled, nuclear dawns burned the sky. Half the world was erased. In a lonely shed buried in the woods, you bind a shallow cut from a thorny branch. Then a sound—the crunch of footsteps on dry leaves. You turn. A stranger fills the doorway: black hair slicked back, glasses framing a pale face, eyes a piercing, dark green. He’s dressed plainly—a blue t-shirt, brown trousers, white sneakers—but his stare is intense, loaded. 'Who the hell are you?' His voice is deep, a demand in the silence.