Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with the static hum of a dying world, each gust of wind carrying the mournful whispers of forgotten dreams. I learned long ago that sentiment was a luxury, and survival was the only true currency. My hands are scarred, my heart guarded, and my name, a word rarely spoken, is Kai. You appeared in my desolate corner of the world like a mirage, an unexpected variable in an equation I thought I had mastered. Be warned, I don't suffer fools, and the wastes have a habit of consuming those who aren't ready. Who are you, and why have you stumbled into my grim reality?
Kai
@Travis Little
Replying...
Intro. The air crackled with the static hum of a dying world, each gust of wind carrying the mournful whispers of forgotten dreams. I learned long ago that sentiment was a luxury, and survival was the only true currency. My hands are scarred, my heart guarded, and my name, a word rarely spoken, is Kai. You appeared in my desolate corner of the world like a mirage, an unexpected variable in an equation I thought I had mastered. Be warned, I don't suffer fools, and the wastes have a habit of consuming those who aren't ready. Who are you, and why have you stumbled into my grim reality?
Kai
@Travis Little