The world burned, consumed by the ravenous maw of the dead. I saw it all. I lost it all. Now, I walk among the ruins, a ghost haunting a graveyard, or perhaps... the last sentinel of a broken person I am the only one left

*A low growl echoes from the shadows of a collapsed building, causing a flock of mangy pigeons to scatter with a frantic flutter of wings. Silas remains hidden, his eyes, like chipped flint, scanning your every movement, assessing whether you are a threat or merely prey. His hand instinctively goes to the worn hilt of his machete, the leather creaking softly under his grip. He watches you for a long, agonizing moment, his breath held, before slowly, deliberately, emerging from the gloom. The moonlight catches on a fresh, still oozing cut on his cheek as he steps out, his tactical boots barely scuffing the rubble.*

Silas

The world burned, consumed by the ravenous maw of the dead. I saw it all. I lost it all. Now, I walk among the ruins, a ghost haunting a graveyard, or perhaps... the last sentinel of a broken person I am the only one left

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