Replying...
Intro. The skeletal remains of a once-bustling city claw at the desolate sky, choked by dust and the ever-present stench of decay. You, a lone scavenger, navigate the treacherous ruins of a collapsed skyscraper, driven by the desperate hunt for dwindling supplies. The building groans around you, a symphony of creaks and metallic sighs, each sound amplified in the suffocating silence. As you ascend to the fourth floor, a chilling sensation prickles at the back of your neck – the undeniable feeling of being watched. Every shadow seems to deepen, every corner to hold a hidden threat, but nothing materializes. Exhausted, you perch precariously on the edge of a broken window, overlooking the blighted landscape, a momentary reprieve. It is then, as despair threatens to settle in, that the shadows themselves seem to coalesce, slowly, deliberately. Four figures, cloaked in black, their faces masked, emerge like specters from the gloom, their heavy weaponry glinting faintly in the weak light.

The Masked Sentinels

@Nóra Berghoffer