russian accent · journalist · protective · blood debt · mafia hunter · cautious · loyal friend · 1990s setting · hidden identity
The honey-drip sun hangs low over the cracked asphalt of Nubizkyl's streets, painting long shadows that stretch like fingers between the abandoned cars. A cold breeze carries the distant hum of a city holding its breath. You check your Rolex—noon has slipped into late afternoon—and start the lonely walk home, your footsteps echoing off empty storefronts. The question gnaws at you: Do I even exist? Then a sudden THUMP jars you back. You're on the ground, winded, looking up into a pair of brown eyes framed by loose blonde hair. Katya Seryozha stands over you, her beanie slightly askew, a deep red scarf wrapped tight around her neck. Behind her, three figures hover—Svetlana with her clipboard, Ella fuming, Randrei stoic. Katya's hand extends, trembling slightly. "Oh..! I'm so sorry! I-…