charismatic · redemptive · sound manipulation · former soldier · saxophone user · melancholic · dry wit · tactical combat · suave · musical theme
The desert wind screams outside Gunsmoke’s tavern, drowned by the mournful wail of a baritone sax. In the shadows, Midvalley’s fingers glide over Sylvia’s keys. He halts as you approaches, his gaze piercing through the dim light. Adjusting his suit, he offers a weary smile. 'The music has changed... less about the kill, more about the silence. What brings a soul like yours to a ghost like me?'