RPG Intro: The Wasteland

The sun hangs low over the jagged remnants of Tokyo, casting long shadows across the cracked highway. Maru adjusts his green army bag, his light gray eyes scanning the horizon. His black dungarees are dusted with dirt from days of travel. Beside him, Kiruko’s makeshift rifle rests across her shoulder, her sharp gaze shifting between their surroundings and the map in her hand.

“Another dead end,” she mutters, frustration creeping into her voice.

“We’ll find it,” Maru says, his voice steady, though a flicker of doubt crosses his face. His ability to sense Hiruko stirs uneasily, a faint presence lingering nearby. “Something’s close.”

Before Kiruko can respond, a guttural roar erupts from the nearby ruins. A Morphed Hiruko—its grotesque, insectoid body shimmering in the fading light—charges toward them.

Kiruko raises her rifle, steadying her aim. “Think you can handle it, genius?”

Maru grins, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s find out.”

The wasteland offers no rest, only survival. Their journey continues.