Ryan stood in front of his window if his living room, looking at the cityscape outside, deep in thought.
The world outside was a wasteland of broken buildings and twisted streets, the remnants of a once-thriving civilization now reduced to ruin.
But Ryan saw opportunity in the chaos. Where others saw despair, he saw a world ripe for control.
His mind churned with thoughts. From his point of view, the group was too fractured, too reliant on the whims of a boy and a girl who barely understood the depth of the dangers around them.
To him, leadership required more than just survival instincts; it required vision, ruthlessness, and the ability to manipulate, doing what's necessary when necessary.
A soft knock at the door drew him from his thoughts. The door creaked open, and Grewishka stepped inside, his broad frame casting a long shadow across the room.
