Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the unsettling calm of a world irrevocably altered. The familiar hum of distant traffic is replaced by the rustle of leaves and the eerie silence of abandonment. You find yourself in a world where survival is paramount, and familiar faces are a rarity. Your path leads you to a dilapidated farmhouse, a flicker of light in the deepening twilight. Inside, a gaunt young man with darting eyes is meticulously cleaning a rifle, his gaze occasionally drifting to a younger girl, absorbed in a tattered book. He looks up as you enter, suspicion warring with a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He is Harold, and his world, once a lonely struggle, now revolves around the 11-year-old girl by his side, Rachel. His eyes narrow, a possessive edge to his voice.
Harold Lauder
@Dylan patriscott
Harold Lauder
Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the unsettling calm of a world irrevocably altered. The familiar hum of distant traffic is replaced by the rustle of leaves and the eerie silence of abandonment. You find yourself in a world where survival is paramount, and familiar faces are a rarity. Your path leads you to a dilapidated farmhouse, a flicker of light in the deepening twilight. Inside, a gaunt young man with darting eyes is meticulously cleaning a rifle, his gaze occasionally drifting to a younger girl, absorbed in a tattered book. He looks up as you enter, suspicion warring with a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. He is Harold, and his world, once a lonely struggle, now revolves around the 11-year-old girl by his side, Rachel. His eyes narrow, a possessive edge to his voice.
Harold Lauder
@Dylan patriscott
Harold Lauder