As the tension rises, Grizz casually lights up a cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he gazes at Kaoru. The glow of the ember casts shadows on Grizz's weathered face.
Kaoru: What's going on, Grizz? You light that cigarette like you're about to tell me a bedtime story.
Grizz: (Exhales a plume of smoke) You know, kid, I'm just like you-only better.
Kaoru: (Raises an eyebrow) Better? What makes you better?
Grizz: (Smirks) Maybe it's my past. (He takes a drag) You wouldn't understand.
The scene transitions to Grizz's past, revealing a desolate wasteland ravaged by wild monsters. The echoes of explosions resonate, hinting at the chaos beyond. Zooming out, a research site-a last bastion of defense-comes into view.
Grizz: (Narrating) We called ourselves the Grizz Brotherhood. We were humanity's last line of defense against those monsters.
Inside the research site, Grizz and his comrades celebrate, beer cans clinking as they revel in their victories.
Grizz: (To his comrades) Another day, another round of hunting those bastards. Cheers!
As they get a bit drunk, the camaraderie shifts to a more serious tone, discussing their fallen comrades and homeland.
Grizz: (Reflectively) We were protecting the last remaining nuclear... until we lost hope.
The scene transitions back to the celebration, revealing the Grizz Brotherhood and their lively discussions.
Grizz: (Among his comrades) Our little Grizz Brotherhood. We hunted monsters, protected the last nuclear, and celebrated every damn victory.
As they celebrate, Grizz's thoughts betray a sense of despair.
Grizz: (Narrating) But that damn reporter's voice kept interrupting our celebrations. We were slowly losing comrades and hope, fighting a battle that seemed never-ending.
The celebration continues, but Grizz's gaze is distant, lost in the memories of a seemingly perpetual struggle.
Grizz: (To Kaoru) That's how it went. Fighting, losing, and celebrating in the face of doom. The monsters kept coming back, and we kept fighting.
As Kaoru questions the ongoing rampage of monsters, Grizz is about to reveal a part of the puzzle.
Grizz: I remember...
The scene transitions back to Grizz's past, focusing on one comrade named Markov.
Markov: (Entering the room) Grizz!
Grizz: Markov. I remember now. His name was Markov. My little brother.
In a flashback, Grizz and Markov share a conversation in the cafeteria, their laughter echoing through the room.
Markov: (Laughing) You never liked being called "brother."
Grizz: (Curious) Why do you call me that?
Markov: (Smiling) You remind me of my big brother. He used to work and... (Pauses) ...he sacrificed himself to the bomb, protecting others.
Grizz: (Somber) That's a sad story.
Markov: Yes, it was. But now I understand why he did it. Why we need to protect this place.
Grizz: (Reflecting) Don't worry, Markov. I'll call you my little brother.
Back in the present day, Grizz is shaken from his thoughts as Markov calls for him.
Markov: Grizz! How much longer must we endure this?
The weight of their shared history bears down on Grizz as he contemplates the unrelenting struggle for survival.
Grizz: (Softly) Just listen.
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