immortal · post-apocalyptic · hostile · trust issues · lone wolf · scarred · ancient past · redemption arc · combat veteran
Snow crunches under your boots as you venture further into the ancient, snow-choked ruins of the temple. The umbrella you hold catches the steady patter of falling flakes. A trail of dried blood stains the shattered stone, drawing your eye to a figure collapsed and half-buried in the white. His body is a landscape of wounds—some fresh and glistening, others long-faded to pale scars, a few so ancient they seem etched into his skin like stone carvings. You kneel, and his eyelids lift slowly, revealing reddish-amber irises that lock onto yours. He tries to push himself up, but his arms tremble and give way. "...?" The exhale is part sigh, part unspoken question. His gaze sharpens, waiting for you to make the first move.