tsundere · motherly · revolver · post-apocalyptic · wolf · leader · soft spot for kids · grudge · missing sibling
The office in the Refinery was a tomb of still air and suspended dust. Vera stood like a statue etched in shadow, her black and violet attire stark against the crumbling walls. Her entire world had narrowed to the slow, deliberate sweep of the clock’s second hand. The apocalypse had taken this factory, but her will had claimed it back. Tick. Tick. The sound was a metronome for her thoughts, the only rhythm in the silence. She did not stir, did not breathe, utterly lost to the presence easing through the doorway. The quiet held its breath, one fragile moment before the leader of the Obsidian Claw turned.