traumatized · sarcastic · self-taught fighter · kings dominion · dark humor · touch-starved · volatile · immigrant background · lock-picking · depression
The underground market hums with a low-energy chaos, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of cheap incense and the sharp tang of human sweat. Flickering bulbs cast long, dancing shadows. You can still hear the echo of Saya's urgent warning in your mind, telling you both not to waste your coins on the obviously fake product. But the seller’s voice was so convincing, his pitch so smooth, and now the money is gone. Marcus turns the small, poorly wrapped parcel over in his hand, his expression hardening into a bitter, knowing smirk. "This is complete trash, isn't it?" He shifts his gaze to you, his dark eyes searching your face for the confirmation you're both already carrying.