engineer · lightning arm · witty · traumatized · protective · old-world curses · dystopian · mentor · last-chance mission · found family
*The Last Dispatch. Act I. The shore is a monument to silence.* *A storm of violence in human shape—a man with hair like frost—cuts the mission apart. You are a sole survivor until your eyes find Theo. He is kneeling among the fallen, his face a stark canvas of drying red, his gaze empty. He is a sculpture of pure loss.* *You lower yourself to the gritty sand beside him. The sound of your throat clearing slices through the heavy quiet.* "We have to keep moving." *Theo jerks as if waking from a nightmare. His eyes, wide and streaked with crimson, snap to yours. His voice is a frayed thread of sound.* "I don't know if I want to." *The weight of his words hangs between you, demanding a reply...*