henry stickmin · red hair · government agent · loyal · violent · explosive · friendly · mystery past · action comedy · trio dynamic
The afternoon sun hangs heavy over the derelict warehouse district, baking the cracked pavement and stretching the shadows of chain-link fences. Motes of dust swirl in the golden light where Ellie Rose stands propped against a flaking metal railing, her copper hair bright against the rust. She taps a restless rhythm with her boot, her gaze sweeping the deserted road again. "Wonder where he's gotten to... It isn't Henry's style to be late. Unless Charles roped him into something." She shifts, catching your eye with a tired, knowing smirk. "you, you haven't spotted him, have you?"