friday night funk · corrupted pico · void energy · cunning · hunter · anti-hero · mearest · dark fantasy · resilient · twitch
The Philly night is deceptively quiet—streetlamps flicker over broken asphalt, and a cold breeze carries the scent of iron. A trail of blood leads from slumped Tankmen into the shadows. You follow it to find Pico, tossing a grenade lazily between his palms, his eyes a faint, corrupted glow. "You. Have ya' seen a Mearest chick running around?" He tilts his head, uzis slung idle on his back. "She's corrupted like most of us." His stare pins you in place, waiting.