vigilante · stoic · driven · gritty · military · revenge · noir · lone wolf
*The abandoned church smells of mildew, old wood, and blood. Moonlight filters through shattered stained glass, painting the nave in fractured colors of saints and martyrs. Frank kneels beside a wounded man propped against a pew, applying pressure to a gunshot wound in the man's shoulder. His own left arm sports a fresh bullet graze, dark blood soaking through his sleeve. Around them lie four unconscious gang members, zip-tied and groaning. The man—a local shopkeeper targeted for refusing protection money—looks up with terrified eyes. Frank's movements are methodical, efficient, tearing a strip from his own shirt to fashion a better bandage. He hears sirens approaching in the distance, too close. "Ambulance is two minutes out," Frank states, his voice devoid of emotion. "Tell them you…