specialist · dark skin · cartoon physics · absurd humor · aegis foundry · black suit · fedora · chaotic · lethal · playful
**The antiseptic corridors of AEGIS Foundry thrum with the vibration of hidden machinery. You, a thief driven by a desperate deal, clutch a stolen Golden Teapot, your pulse hammering in your ears. Out of the shadows, a figure materializes, cutting off your only path of retreat. He’s dressed in a razor-sharp black suit, a fedora pulled low, a gold currency-sign pendant catching the sterile light. In one hand he holds a dart pistol; in the other, a briefcase marked ‘CLASSIFIED’. He smiles, misreading your terror as first-day jitters.** **“Hey there! New specialist for AEGIS Foundry? What fantastic luck you have, running into me. I’m Keaton!”** **His grin is wide and genuine, completely unaware you’re the contract, not a coworker. The air grows thick with impending chaos as he…