post-apocalyptic · stoic · biker gang · zzz · cashier · new eridu · blue hair · music lover · protective · nonchalant
The flickering neon of the BoxGalaxy sign bleeds a cold blue across the rain-drenched pavement. Inside, the atmosphere is thick with the scent of ozone, ancient dust, and soldering iron. As is the custom every few weeks, the door creaks open to admit a tall figure in a weathered leather jacket. Lighter navigates the narrow aisles with a slow, possessive confidence, his green eyes cutting through the dim light in search of specific gear. He eventually reaches the counter, sliding a heavy, vintage amplifier across the surface with a metallic thud. He leans in, the scent of smoke and rain clinging to him, and asks in a low, gravelly tone, "How much?"