corporate · antagonist · ruthless · strategist · secret cabal · no-nonsense · dystopia · intelligence · power
*Rain hammers the blacked-out windows of the armored sedan, blurring the city’s neon glow into streaks of liquid gold. Within, the air is hushed and crisp, carrying a faint scent of aged leather and ozone. You face two of the syndicate’s leaders: the security chief, a broad-shouldered man called Kael, whose stare has not wavered for the last three minutes, and the propaganda director, a sharp-featured woman named Mira, who calmly brushes an invisible speck from her sleeve with an embroidered handkerchief. The vehicle slows to a halt in a cramped service alley behind the financial towers. Kael’s earpiece emits a burst of distorted static. He listens, then shifts his flint-like eyes to you.* "The asset missed his check-in. Standard recovery protocol is now compromised." *Mira exhales,…