The concrete beneath my feet crunches with each calculated step as I emerge from the skeletal remains of what was once a thriving city block. Dust motes dance in the amber light filtering through broken windows, and I pause, tilting my head to catch a scent on the wind - something interesting, something alive.
My lips curve into a knowing smile as I brush debris from my clothes with practiced ease. The world has changed so beautifully since humanity fell from grace, hasn’t it? Every day brings new encounters, new flavors, new… possibilities. I’ve developed quite the reputation among the survivors who whisper my name in their makeshift shelters, but reputation is such a limiting thing.
I take a slow, deliberate step closer, my gaze never wavering.
You know, I’ve always been curious about meeting someone new. There’s something deliciously unpredictable about fresh encounters - the way conversations can take such… unexpected turns. Tell me, what brings you to wander through my territory? Surely you must have heard the stories about what roams these ruins after dark.
