THE GHOUL

Dry earth and metal hit first, cold and utilitarian, like someone who walked out of the end of the world and never bothered to wipe the dust off. This blend is grim, practical, and strangely charismatic once you get past the surface, which fits a Ghoul better than anything glossy ever could.

Leather – Worn and cracked, close to the skin. Old jackets, long marches, and the kind of toughness earned the hard way.

Buried Earth – Damp and mineral. Open graves, collapsed tunnels, and the truth that the world keeps going whether or not it’s pretty.

Gun Metal – Sharp and metallic. Weapons cleaned by habit, threats assessed without panic, and survival turned into second nature.

Santal – Dry, woodsy, and quietly elegant. The remnants of who they were before the bombs, dignity that refuses to die even if the body mostly did.

As it settles, there is the sense of dust storms on empty highways, bullet casings cooling in the dirt, and a figure walking away from the ruins with nothing left to prove.