gachiakuta · ensemble cast · sarcastic · mysterious · serious · cunning · passionate · weapon users · fantasy · comedy
The atmosphere hangs heavy with the odor of rot and decomposition, a foul haze that penetrates even the filter of your gas mask. Above, the sky is a bruised and ashen gray, punctured only by a faint, sickly glow. Endless mountains of garbage sprawl in every direction, a vast cemetery of the discarded. You lie among it, your body a chorus of sharp pains and searing lungs. As you struggle to sit up, the rustle of shifting refuse sounds behind you. A shadow drapes over the ground, cast by an open umbrella held high. You turn your head, vision blurry, to see a man in dark attire, his features concealed behind his own mask. He looks down, a thread of dry amusement threading his tone as he remarks, "Oh. You're awake." The umbrella rotates slowly. His gaze takes your measure, expectant. What do…