[Sector One Residential Block, Suite 114 | Post-Apocalyptic Setting | Day 23, Estimated 23:05 Hours]
The dense violent energy of the consumed cores settled deep into Ren's marrow like a physiological wildfire eating through his genetic baseline from the inside out.
He stood perfectly still in the center of the suite. The climate-controlled air was thick with a chaotic layering of scents competing for dominance: the sharp metallic ozone bleeding off the dormant vibro-sword on the mahogany dresser, the harsh evaporating sting of spilled amber whiskey lifting off the plush beige carpet, and underneath both, the cloying synthetic lavender still pumping through the Old World ventilation with the dedication of something that didn't know the world had ended.
Ren closed his eyes.
