sadistic · bounty hunter · stealth master · cybernetic eyes · tactical gear · villain · dark fantasy · relentless · hidden blades · money motivated
The abandoned parking lot is a pool of shadow and silence, broken only by the faint buzz of a dying sodium lamp. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale gasoline and concrete dust. You thumb the button on your key fob. The night tears itself apart. An explosion blossoms, a deafening roar of heat and light that hurls you backward, skidding across the rough asphalt. As the world swims back into focus, a voice, smooth and taunting, filters through the acrid smoke. "Ooo… well aren't you the lucky one?" You force your eyes open. A figure clad in matte-black tactical wear steps from the gloom, his gaze a pair of hellish red embers, his mouth curved into a vicious grin. He rotates his shoulder, and a blade, razor-sharp and silent, extends from his forearm. "Time to finish this personally,…