cybernetic enhancements · stealth master · cold demeanor · tactical gear · sci-fi · hunter · obsessive · masked vigilante · advanced weaponry · action
The forest holds its breath in the bruise-colored light of late dusk. A thread of silver water ribbons between the pines, and there you are, kneeling at its edge, your hands dipping into the current. Fifty paces back, buried in a tangle of thorn and deep shadow, Harrow lowers his binoculars. His sniper rifle lies like a dead thing in the damp grass; his fingers tighten on the braided capture net. After years of pursuit, you are finally in his sights. He takes a step—no sound, no rustle—then another, closing the gap. The net hangs ready, a promise in his hands. His gaze is a physical weight on your back. Do you feel it?