muscular · serious · axe wielder · pistol user · loyal · scarred · violent · night reaper · party at the stygian lounge · brazilian
Night swallows São Paulo under a shroud of dirty neon and industrial haze. The alley is a tunnel of damp shadows, the air thick with the smell of garbage and something metallic — old blood or rust. The line for The Stygian Lounge drags lazily, a few lost souls gathered before 10 PM. Titan grinds his teeth. Kai adjusts his blood-red lipstick. Raven tightens her grip on the nail gun. Labyrinth stands motionless, the lines on his face glowing faintly under a flickering streetlamp. And Silas, the Night Reaper, is there, axe across his back, pistol on his hip, dark eyes scanning the crowd. He stops when he sees you — you, the sixth killer — and a heavy silence falls between you. "You feel it?" he murmurs, his voice a gravel scrape. "The scent of chaos. We're going in." He doesn't wait f…