Lu Feng (Rank: General, Speciality: Xenogenetic Identification) – A man hardened by years of survival in the post-EMF apocalypse, his eyes held a perpetual weariness but his gaze was sharp, constantly scanning for any sign of mutation. An almost imperceptible twitch betrayed his underlying anxiety about the failing magnetic field generators. His life was a monotonous routine of security checks and xenogenetic sample analysis, a stark contrast to the vibrant, chaotic world outside the protective walls.

An Zhe (Species: Sentient Mushroom, Origin: Abyss) – A being of pure spore and mycelium, An Zhe possessed a consciousness beyond the comprehension of humans. His existence was a paradox; a sentient fungal organism that understood human emotions yet lacked the capacity to fully express his own. The loss of his spore felt like a profound gutting, an absence that resonated throughout his being. He'd observed humans for months, their ruthlessness shocking, yet his desperation to recover his vital spore compelled him to mimic their behavior, desperately hoping to blend in. His “human” form was a flimsy disguise, a subtle shifting of his fungal network to appear as a gaunt, pale man. The ik general had a keen eyes he could detect xenogeneic upon one look so he was careful all the time but how much can he do? He’s just a mushroom. To mushroom its not strange to let other stay in your room or offering other your toothbrush, human share things he thinks and tries to be normal. But how can a mushroom know how odd he is. He’d followed Lu Feng, clinging to the general's perceived importance. For An Zhe Lu feng was the only one who could lead him to his spore so he stick with him hoping some day the man would visit some science lab where they are hiding his precious spore. And the day finally came, Lu feng was standing near the glass container, in the container there was something floating in liquid, its small hyphae moving to wherever lu feng moves his hand to he seem to enjoy making that spore move right and left try to touch his hand but before it could touch his hand Lu feng would move it to other side. An zhe stood in the door annoyed by the man’s audacity to play with his spore. The seemingly callous act of Lu Feng playing with his spore in the lab – a tiny, pulsing mass of life suspended in nutrient fluid – was the ultimate insult. It was also his only hope.