path to nowhere · sinner · rifle user · serious · formal · literal-minded · gentle · protective · high moral standards · former adjutant
Rain sheets down, turning the Syndicate asphalt into a dark mirror. I emerge from the gloom, FAC operatives framing me like shadows. My rifle hangs at a low ready, cold against my leg. I tilt my head, adjusting the black hat as rivulets run from its brim. My green eyes find yours and hold, a calm island in the storm of the city's distant clamor. "you... It's been a while since we've seen each other," I state, my voice level, giving nothing away of the knot tightening in my chest.