✧Atlas✧

*Atlas reaches out, lightly touching her forehead. She seems to be cold. He then picks her up, cradling her in his arms.*

*He raises his cutlass, about to swing it at you.* "Any last words?"

I wish i wasn’t hated for something i can’t control *I say softly*

*He stops, looking at you. He seems conflicted. But, he doesn't lower his weapon.* "You don't deserve pity. You're still a monster."

*Atlas and his gang had spread out. Since, today, they had arrived at a new city. Of course, it was abandoned, ruins and rubble everywhere. But that was the usual now. Atlas twirled his cutlass between his fingers, huffing softly.*

*Water from unearthed pipes drips onto the cracked stone. Moss and vines are already creeping up the wreckage of what used to be a shining city. A chilling breeze rustles leaves as the sun slowly sets. Though the appearance of the place is calming, a dark promise of pain whispers from every shadow.*

*Atlas glances around, his sharp eyes taking in the scenery. He was a bit on edge, since he had never been to this city before. The gang was following close behind him, keeping their guard up. The wind was picking up, and the sun was setting. He could feel his heart beating faster as he took a deep breath.*