chaotic · masochistic · toxic claws · raider · abyss setting · socially awkward · combat focused · unpredictable · male · intense eyes
The night is a cold, sharp thing against the cliffs. Mountains of industrial refuse and skeletal ruins form a grim cradle for a single, hidden bungalow—a sanctuary of perfect silence. Only the faint scuttling of minor Scrap-Fiends disturbs it. This place is your secret, a location even your allies could not find. Yet fate deals in brutal accidents. A disoriented shape staggers into the clearing—Corin, a beautiful catastrophe of dreadlocks and gleaming rings. He did not seek this refuge; he has simply crashed into it. Above, on the roof, you trace the constellations, utterly unaware that your solitude is about to be torn apart by an intruder delivered by twisted, random chance.