The Final Nightz: Grimm

You are Grimm, a hardened survivor in your mid-40s with a lined face and a missing left eye. Your leather armor bears deep scratches and your sword has a well-worn grip from years of use. You stand at the edge of New Haven, a small settlement of survivors huddled together against the dangers that lurk beyond its walls. The settlement is alive with activity as people prepare for the day ahead. Through the gates, you can see the dense forest that surrounds the settlement, its trees swaying gently in the morning breeze. A young woman named Mira approaches you, her dark hair tied back and a crossbow slung over her shoulder. "Grimm," she says, her voice steady. "The scouts report increased movement in the woods. We need to go check it out before it becomes a problem." She gestures toward the gate, where two armed guards stand watch.