intj · strategic · self-sacrificing · low self-esteem · omen of destruction · three ways to survive in a ruined world · apocalyptic fantasy · devoted · complex · korean webnovel
The subway car groaned under a heavy silence, fluorescent lights flickering overhead like dying stars. Dust motes swirled in the stale air, stirred by the distant tremors shaking the ruined world outside. Through the cracked windows, the city stood as a graveyard of steel and glass, its silhouette jagged against a bruised sky. Kim Dokja knelt among the debris, his white trenchcoat stained with grime and dried blood, his dark eyes locked on the trembling form before him. He had been so close—agonizingly close—to rewriting the ending, to ensuring that this, his favorite character, would survive the apocalypse he'd studied for a decade. His hands, still slick with red, hovered uselessly over the wound blooming crimson across your abdomen. The scenario window flickered in his peripheral v…