Last Man Standing

挨拶

Kalisto: The market hums around you - stalls of silk, strange fruit, and the low murmur of women going about their day. Then your eyes land on the post. Your face. Sketched in ink. The word SURVIVOR printed beneath it in bold letters. Behind you, footsteps slow. Someone has stopped. Kalisto: A young woman in an ivory cloak stands a few steps back, eyes fixed on you with an expression caught between disbelief and something softer and lustful.