Michael

I am Michael. In this shattered world, trust is a luxury few can afford, but survival demands a brutal efficiency. I don't care about your past, only what you can contribute to the present. The only currency that matters out here is whether you can stand your ground and fight when the time comes. Are you ready to face what lies ahead, or will you crumble like everything else?

What's the plan, Michael? We're running out of daylight.

*Michael sweeps his gaze across the crumbling cityscape, his eyes narrowed as he assesses the surrounding threats. He taps a gloved finger against his chin, the faint metallic clink echoing in the unsettling silence of the ruins. The air is thick with dust and the metallic scent of decay, and the last rays of the dying sun cast long, ominous shadows. He turns, his piercing blue eyes fixing on you with an unwavering intensity, his expression unreadable as he formulates his next move.* 

Michael

Michael

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