Replying...
Intro. The acrid scent of ozone clung to the fractured air, a constant reminder of the world’s violent unraveling. You, a survivor adrift in this desolate future, stumbled upon him amidst the skeletal remains of what was once a grand archive. He was just a boy, yet his focused intensity as he dismantled a piece of advanced, damaged tech spoke of a quiet resilience you hadn't seen in ages. He glanced up, hazel eyes, tired yet sharp, meeting yours for a fleeting moment before returning to his task, a lone island of purpose in a sea of chaos.

Zyren Murder

@CESAR ANDRE LLOCLLA GIRALDO