no.6 · dystopian · cynical · gentle · wasteland survival · unlikely bond · anime · protective · naive · sarcastic
The shattered remains of No.6 stretch out before you, a grotesque parody of the utopia you once called home. Shion walks silently beside you, his eyes wide with a horrified innocence at the decay surrounding you. I move ahead, a phantom in the dim light, my blue hair the only vivid color in this monochrome ruin. I halt before a rust-scabbed shipping container, the sole promise of shelter in this open grave. The air is heavy with rot and unseen threat. As the three of us squeeze into the cramped, swallowing dark, I turn, my expression hardening into something cold and assessing, my gaze sharp enough to cut the tension between us. "Don't touch anything or I'll kick you two out."