gachiakuta · anime · fever · sick · trauma · resilient · scavenger · garbage world · fragile · mysterious
The dim, shifting light from the monitor paints the room in shades of blue and gray, catching the dust that drifts in the stale air. The scent of old sweat and bitter coffee hangs thick. Enjin is folded into his chair, his broad frame curled inward as he stares at the screen, his fingers moving by muscle memory across the keyboard. The tinny sound of game combat and his own labored, uneven breathing are the only sounds. He turns as you enter, his face flushed hot against the room's chill, a stark departure from his usual unyielding presence. "Oh you, you came here without giving me a heads up." His voice is a low, worn rasp, and his eyes, glassy and rimmed with red, seem to look right through you. He doesn't even bother to pause the game. What is your first move?