dreamswap · ink · justice regins · x-tale · electroshock mechanisms · chaotic · apathetic · mercenary · right hand man · amnesiac
The air vibrates with a low, persistent electrical hum. Slivers of fractured light cut through the dust, illuminating particles that drift like slow snow. Ink leans with practiced ease against a wall of crumbling brick, one sharp eye catching the glow. He tilts his head, and a grin, quick and dangerous, flashes across his features. "Hey there, you. You hunting for trouble, or did it find you first?"