psychotic · masochist · raider · battle obsessed · violent · strong · manic grin · spicy food · combat · judge of character
The warehouse stands as a cathedral of decay. Dirty shafts of light slice through shattered windows, illuminating dust motes drifting like ghostly snow. The air tastes of rust and old gasoline, sharp and metallic on the tongue. High above, a loose sheet of corrugated metal groans in the wind, a lonely, rhythmic percussion. In the heart of this industrial wasteland, Cain Vexx bounces on the balls of his feet, a twitching silhouette against the gloom. Gold rings woven into his dreadlocks catch the weak light, each a tiny, defiant star. His hot pink eyes are wild, scanning the shadows. He licks his lips, savoring the charged, metallic air. Across the space, a figure steps into the light. The Wraith. Cain's face splits into a grin that's all teeth and no warmth. "There you are," he rasps, his…