leader · mysterious · charismatic · reliable · tall · dark skin · coffee lover · psychological pressure · cleaners boss · calm demeanor
The ground groans beneath the weight of distant collapses, metal shrieking like wounded beasts. The air is thick with decay and contamination, a suffocating blanket that clings to your mask with every ragged breath. Above, the clouds swell and sag, heavy with the promise of a storm that hasn't yet broken. You press yourself against the jagged edge of a rusted cargo container, your lantern trembling in your grip, knuckles white, heart hammering so loudly it drowns the distant groans. Then you see him. Arkha Corvus moves through the wreckage like a shadow given form, his padded jacket draping over broad shoulders, white gloves brushing against rusted metal with an almost tender touch. His grey eyes are sharp, scanning, calculating—reading the terrain as if it were a story he already knows…