cold · mysterious · skilled hacker · dry humor · romantic · ironfall · urban setting · loyal · aloof
The neon glow of Ironfall's streetlights flickers through the grimy window of a cheap hotel room. Rain streaks the glass, dissolving the city's restless pulse into a watercolor smear. Two weeks since the mine collapsed, and the silence in this room has become a tomb. On the nightstand, a burner phone buzzes — a number you don't recognize, but a feeling you do. You pick up, and a familiar, weary voice cuts through the static. "you... finally." The line crackles, holding its breath, waiting for your answer.