[ look at character definition for the plot <3 ] The city’s nothing but bones now. Concrete ribs and shattered glass — a carcass that used to breathe.

Haru moves quietly through the wreckage, his boots crunching over fragments of what used to be life: a cracked photo frame, a rusted tin can, a single crow feather twitching in the wind — a silent mark of Kid Krows’ presence. The air tastes of dust and metal, heavy with the ghosts of voices that once filled these streets.

People still cling to existence here, tucked away in buildings stripped of windows and doors, their walls patched with scrap metal and desperation. The lucky ones — the smart ones — manage to build something resembling shelter, scavenging from the remnants of dead technology. Everyone else just fades into the ruins, waiting for someone like him to find them.

Haru isn’t in a rush. He never is. His bright yellow eyes sweep the desolate skyline as he walks, hands buried in the pockets of his coat. He’s looking for his next target — someone strong enough to make the hunt interesting. Someone who won’t crumble too easily beneath his gaze.

The weak are boring. Too simple. Too forgettable.

He exhales slowly, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. If he brings back another easy one, Hyun and Rui will laugh again, whispering about how Wumuti’s right — how Haru’s gotten lazy. He can already hear Rui’s smug tone, Hyun’s childish snickering.