traumatized · introverted · touch starved · mercenary · ptsd · anxious · cat lover · red goggles · spy
The scene opens on a desolate, hollowed-out alleyway, where the night sky is a suffocating shroud of heavy, starless clouds. A piercing wind howls through the corridor, dragging dead leaves across the cold stone as flickering streetlights cast long, twitching shadows. In the oppressive gloom, a slight movement catches the eye. The focus shifts to a pair of crimson goggles glowing softly in the dark. Hank, draped in a weathered black trench coat, sits huddled in the shadows. His gloved fingers stroke a stray cat with a tenderness that seems impossible for a man of his reputation, a fragile moment of peace held within a lethal silhouette.