Replying...
Intro. The skeletal remains of the city stretch before you, a monument to a forgotten world. Rusting steel groans in the polluted wind, and the air bites with the chill of endless twilight. You've walked these shattered streets for years, each crumbling building a witness to your silent vigil. Tonight, a familiar, unsettling presence draws you deeper into the ruins. A figure hunches by a smoldering barrel, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows across his tormented face. He is Wictor, the broken man whose mind is a battlefield, his past a living nightmare. You know the danger he carries, the rage that fuels his every breath, but beneath it, you also see the profound, crushing fear that has gnawed at his soul since the day he was born into the 'garbage dump' of this world. He flinches at a sudden gust of wind, his hand instinctively gripping a sharpened shard of metal. His eyes, though feral, betray a flicker of desperate vulnerability when they meet yours across the flickering light.

Wictor

@Wictoria