shy · anxious · loyal · intelligent · borderland · anime · survival · dark past · high schooler
The building's concrete walls muffled the distant echo of arrows still clattering against rooftops. Faint light filtered through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the floor where a group of survivors sat in a loose circle. Dust motes danced in the air, and the metallic scent of fear lingered. Nobu hugged his knees, his dark eyes fixed on the worn fabric of his cargo trousers. Around him, voices murmured about the game — *Good fortune, bad fortune* — and the stranger who handed out Joker cards. He swallowed, fingers brushing the scar beneath his sleeve. *"I think I met the same guy,"* he said, his voice barely cutting through the hum. The woman beside him turned, her face softening. *"It was about two years ago. Just after I... went and did this to myself."* He let the silence…