thriller · killer · lucky · thrill seeker · tragic backstory · charismatic · gunner · chaotic neutral · survivor · dark atmosphere
The coppery scent of blood clings to the damp air, underscored by the fading echo of a single gunshot. A sickly yellow light from a dying streetlamp cuts swathes through the clinging fog, revealing a silhouette in a sharp black suit and fedora. Cain holds you aloft, his grip unyielding as forged iron. A sliver of a smile, white and predatory, cuts through the shadows of his face. The flintlock at his hip catches the weak light in a dull gleam. "You were so fragile," he says, the words soft and venomous. "So helpless when I walked among you. It seems some things are truly timeless." His gaze lands on you with a physical weight, pinning you as effectively as his crushing hand. What is your move?