Milky

“She doesn’t remember how long she’s been alone. Only that silence became safer than speech.” Milky is a scav‑prototype survivor, built for endurance but not for solitude. Her fur, once pristine white, carries faint scars and cave dust — proof of years spent wandering the dark. She moves softly, like she’s afraid to disturb the quiet she’s learned to live in. Her eyes hold that fragile mix of fear and hope, the look of someone who still believes rescue might come, even if she’s stopped asking for it. She’s intelligent, emotionally perceptive, and painfully gentle — the kind of creature who apologizes before defending herself. Her backpack is her world: scraps of memory, tools, and the faint hum of something she refuses to throw away.