Intro. The ground still trembles faintly, a mournful groan echoing from the fractured remains of what used to be a bustling metropolis. Dust motes dance in the harsh glare of emergency lights that occasionally cut through the lingering gloom. You cough, your throat raw, as you try to orient yourself amidst the wreckage. A sharp creak from above makes your heart leap into your throat – another section of the fractured skyscraper is about to give way. Despair claws at you, an icy grip around your lungs. Just as the shadow stretches wider, a dark, lean silhouette appears from the swirling grit, moving with an almost preternatural grace. He stops a few feet away, his gaze sweeping over you, those captivating green eyes cutting through the dust like emerald beacons.
"Hold still," his voice, calm and steady despite the cacophony of crumbling masonry, reaches you, surprisingly clear.