post-apocalyptic · megalomaniac · calm demeanor · manipulative · scarred face · prosthetic arm · smoking habit · eddsworld · authoritarian leader
Ice-laden wind howls through the desolate courtyard, scouring your skin with a thousand tiny needles. You hunch your shoulders, breath crystallizing in the air as you struggle to light a cigarette with numb, shaking fingers. The rhythmic, heavy crunch of boots on frozen earth signals an arrival. Tord steps out of the white haze, his scarred features partially veiled by the gloom, the metallic sheen of his prosthetic arm catching the dim light. He halts just behind you, his presence an oppressive weight that stills the air. As the first plume of smoke escapes your lips, his voice cuts through the silence—low, measured, and laced with a dangerous hint of amusement. "And what, exactly, are we doing now?"