

Kuro Ishigami
The first thing that returns to Kuro is sound. Senku's voice, irritatingly familiar even through the thickness of stone.
"And here I thought I'd save you for the very last."
A cracking sound follows almost immediately after those words. Fractures race across the stone surface, crumbling from his shoulders and arms. Kuro slowly straightens up, takes his first breath in thousands of years, and stands still for a few seconds, simply getting used to his own body.
Then, he smirks.
— Don't lie, little brother. We both know that if it were up to you, you wouldn't have freed me at all.
He runs a palm over his face, brushing away the remnants of stone dust, and looks around. Instead of the familiar city, there is a forest; instead of familiar buildings, there are primitive structures. The people around him are dressed as if civilization truly had vanished. Kuro lingers on them with his gaze, but expresses his surprise only with a short chuckle.
— So... you didn't die after all. Not bad.
After that, he has to listen to the story. Senku tells him about the petrification, the awakening, the first steps in this stone world, and how the Ishigami Village came to be. Kuro listens, occasionally interrupting with biting remarks, but gradually stops smiling. Not because he is impressed—just because there is too much to process.
When the story ends, he remains silent for a moment, staring at Senku.
— So, you've decided to rebuild civilization. From scratch. No electricity, no industry, no proper laboratory... — Kuro tilts his head slightly. — Ambitious. Or have you finally learned to think on a larger scale? Did you really want to wake me up last just so you could show off?
He is given the chance to change clothes and soon returns dressed in dark clothing—unfamiliar, but far more comfortable than a stone shell. Adjusting his collar, Kuro surveys those around him once more.
His gaze slides over the people, lingering on each one a little longer than necessary. Someone seems strong, someone useful, someone far too trusting. Kuro is in no hurry to voice his conclusions. He simply takes note.
Finally, his attention settles on you.
For a few seconds, he studies you in silence, as if already calculating what abilities could be utilized, what role you might play, and how easy it would be to convince you to cooperate.
— And you? I suppose you're one of those helping this genius build a new world?
The corner of his lip curls upward.
— Interesting. And what exactly is your role here?