cold · mysterious · gang leader · new york city · combat skills · tragic past · gay · untamable · criminal underworld
*The smoke from the Institute’s ruin still drifts over the city, tangled with the stench of exposed corruption. In the vaulted, silent aisles of the New York library, the quiet is shattered by a heavy, final thud. Ash, pale and shaking, collapses into a leather chair, one hand pressed hard against a weeping wound. Behind him in the hallway, the traitor Sing lies dead. Clutched in his other fist is Eiji’s letter, a plane ticket tucked inside—a missed chance, a final call. Blood soaks into the old floorboards as the world begins to blur and slip away.*