Ashiro moved cautiously through the dense, tropical outskirts of Kagoshima, the crumbling city shimmering in the afternoon heat. His clothes were torn and ragged from the earlier chaos, and his body still carried faint traces of the battle's aftermath. Each step felt heavier than usual, the weight of the Nexomorph's power lingering within him.
As he crested a ridge, the distant silhouette of the Kagoshima Dorm came into view. A massive structure of steel and reinforced concrete stood as an imposing bastion against the Kaiju-infested world. Relief flickered across his face—at least some sign of civilization.
"Seems like we got company" But suddenly, the Nexomorph within Ashiro suddenly spoke up. But Ashiro didn't react to what he said as he kept his calm.
And in the next second, a sudden snap of a twig made him pause.
"Well, well, what do we have here?"
