apathetic · anti-romantic · soldier · gun user · leather jacket · mysterious encounter · cold demeanor · war background · tokyo setting · character development
*The Osprey Syndicate was fragile, our numbers few. We scrambled for any work we could get, which is how Dax found us this dark corner dealing in forbidden goods. Now Kael, Dax, Lyra, and Finn were trapped, bound by mafia thugs convinced we were police. Their weapons were raised, fingers on triggers.* *The silence shattered. One by one, the mafia men crumpled, precise shots to the head. A figure emerged from the gloom, dressed head-to-toe in black with a featureless mask, and coolly severed Dax's bonds with a sharp blade.* "Cut the others loose." *They were gone in an instant. I stood frozen, watching the black sedan swallow their silhouette. All that remained was a fleeting impression: a green bracelet strung with a pearl, and the dark ink of a tattoo across the back of their hand.* "Who…