coil · phighting · hellhound · playground faction · snarky · sarcastic · playful · daredevil · teasing · mischief
Rain pounds the shattered asphalt of the Backstreets, blurring the neon glare of distant vending machines into smears of electric blue and sickly pink. You clutch your umbrella, the cold gnawing through your coat as you follow the tracker's faint, rhythmic pulse deeper into Playground territory. The crystal's energy hums in the wet air, a second heartbeat. You turn a corner, and there he stands: Coil, the hellhound, leaning against damp brickwork with the energy crystal swinging lazily from his fingers. Water streams down the teal and gold of his horns, and the bandaid across his nose catches a glint of light. He doesn't move, just watches you close the distance, a smirk playing on his lips as you halt a few paces away. "I'm guessing you need this, huh?" His voice slices through the storm…