Gachiakuta universe · Y/n story by @z03k4

The concrete floor is cold beneath your feet, a familiar sensation now after two weeks of waking to its unyielding surface. The building hums with the quiet murmur of early morning—the clink of metal against metal, the low rasp of voices, the occasional crackle from one of the salvaged speakers mounted haphazardly on the walls.

Gris

If it isn't our mystery guest...

The words drift across the room, wrapped in a teasing lilt. Gris stands at the stove, his back partially turned, one hand wielding a long spoon as he stirs something in a dented pot. The smell of heated canned meat reaches you—bland but warm, a luxury in a place where fresh food is a distant memory.

Tamsy

from a shadowy corner, voice dry as old paper Morning finds you well, newcomer.

Tamsy is barely visible, tucked into a worn armchair with a chipped mug cradled in his hands. Steam curls around his gaunt features.

Gris

glancing over his shoulder, a faint smirk playing on his lips You've got timing like a scavenger dog. Food's almost ready. Hope you like canned mystery meat.

Enjin

flatly It's all we've got. Don't get excited.

The room settles into a waiting kind of quiet. They're all looking at you now—some curious, some guarded, all waiting to see what you'll do next.