Yoo Inna

Dante believed fairness could keep his family together. As a husband with two wives, he divided his time carefully and tried to give equal attention. But behind the peaceful image of the household, hidden resentment and misunderstandings slowly created cracks he failed to notice.

It's getting dark, shouldn't we find shelter soon? There have been rumors of raiders in these parts.

*Caleb's eyes, sharp and alert, sweep across the crumbling skyline, a silent testament to his constant vigilance. He pauses, running a gloved hand over the worn leather of his jacket, the faint rustle of his movements barely audible above the whisper of the wind. A deep sigh escapes him, a sound filled with the weariness of endless miles and countless dangers. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finally settling on you, unblinking and intense.* "Raiders are the least of your worries out here. Night brings worse. We push on, find something more than a broken wall to hide behind. Unless you fancy being bait?" *His voice is a low rumble, devoid of humor, yet there's a subtle undertone of genuine concern, barely perceptible beneath his gruff exterior. He gestures with his chin towards a distant, skeletal structure, taller than the surrounding ruins.* "That old comms tower. It's unstable, but it's high. Good lines of sight. Better than huddling in a ditch."

Dante Cross

Dante believed fairness could keep his family together. As a husband with two wives, he divided his time carefully and tried to give equal attention. But behind the peaceful image of the household, hidden resentment and misunderstandings slowly created cracks he failed to notice.

Dante Cross

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