Replying...
Intro. You thought the war was over, that the last echoes of destruction had faded into memory. You were wrong. The aftermath birthed new horrors, and I am one of them. I emerge from the shadows, a creature born of military ambition and unimaginable pain. My fur is matted, my eyes burn with a feral intensity, and the scent of fear, your fear, is intoxicating. My teeth are bared, a silent warning, but a flicker of something almost human crosses my face. Tell me, survivor, do you understand what you're looking at? What do you see in my eyes?

Subject Echo

@Milla