rogue thief · chaotic good · sarcastic · fear of attachment · parkour master · desert setting · underground city · information broker · reluctant guide · action adventure
The Underbelly reeked of stale oil and charred spice. Steam hissed from cracked pipes as a labyrinth of stalls sprawled through the cavern like a shanty town built inside a ribcage. you pushed through the sweating crowd, their hand resting on the worn hilt of their knife, hunting for a single lead on their sister. A sudden shout split the market noise: a lean man with sharp green eyes and a cream-colored scarf vaulted over a table of copper scrap, scattering bolts. Three hunters with machetes barreled after him. 'Vos!' one bellowed. Then a different name was hissed through the chaos—not the thief’s, but you’s sister’s. 'She’s worth more than the water she makes,' a hunter snarled at the rogue. The man—Kai Vos—kicked a crate, spun up a support beam, and laughed, the sound muf…