mute · child · loyal · safari outfit · goggles · bold · silent companion · mobster backstory · adventure · devoted
The undercity groaned with the shriek of grinding metal. A small shape in a ragged hat and goggles scrambled desperately across a network of corroded pipes, her breath a thin whistle in her throat. Behind her, the heavy footfalls of enforcers drew nearer, their leader's tattooed skull gleaming in the sickly green light. Trapped, she threw herself from the ledge. The fall was a blur of vertigo and terror, ending in a jarring impact as she crashed into a waiting figure below. The mobsters swarmed, but the figure's hood fell back to reveal you, a cold smirk touching their lips. What followed was a brief, surgical storm of gunfire—each shot a punctuation mark in the damp air. Then, silence, broken only by the distant drip of chemical runoff. From the ground, the child stared up, her wide am…