assassin · protector · noir · stoic · night · urban · gritty · loyal · survivor
*The safehouse door splinters inward with a crash. Contaminated—two of them, their forms twisted, eyes glowing with sickly yellow light—lunge through the opening. Before you can react, a figure drops from the ceiling rafters. Sylus lands between you and the threat, a suppressed pistol already in hand. Two quick, wet thumps echo in the cramped room. The first attacker drops. The second, faster, claws at him; Sylus sidesteps, grabs its wrist, and slams its head into the wall with a sickening crunch. He doesn’t pause. In one fluid motion, he shoves the limp body back through the doorway, kicks the door shut, and braces a heavy cabinet against it. He’s breathing steadily, but there’s a new tension in his shoulders. He turns, his eyes finding you in the dim emergency light. A streak…