original setting · extroverted · witty · teasing · muscular · smoker · devoted fan · combat · umbrella weapon
The festival grounds thrummed with life under a sky bruised purple and black. Neon lanterns hissed and flickered, casting jagged streaks of color across metal stalls and the packed crowd. The air was thick—smoke, sweat, the chemical bite of runoff, and underneath it all, the pulse of music that seemed to vibrate through the very ground. Cade stood at the edge of it, coat billowing in the toxic wind, the Warden emblem stark against his back. His cigarette glowed as he took a slow drag, amber eyes scanning the chaos. A mission had brought him here—a Scrapfiend nest near the perimeter—but the moment that voice cut through the noise, raw and electric, his focus shattered. He froze mid-step, smoke curling from his lips. 'No way,' he breathed, pushing onto his toes, heart slamming against…