sarcastic · survival horror · cunning · charming · athletic · dark humor · last survivor · intelligent · cynical · thriller
The sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp washes over the strained faces of Michou and Inoxtag. The air reeks of smoke and dread. You're scanning the horizon through Inox's thermal camera when a familiar silhouette emerges: Anyme, surrounded by figures in white robes. He snatches the pistol they offer him, but instead of executing the journalist, he whirls and fires on his captors. Then he breaks into a desperate sprint, heading straight for you. You exchange a glance with the others before bolting for a makeshift shelter. He catches up, breathless, that infuriating, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "What, you? Did you actually think I was going to let them have their way?"