ruthless · cyborg · assassin · twisted guardian · weapon transformation · shark-like · reckless · dark comedy · family dynamics · violent
The apartment smells of cordite and stale coffee. A few spent shotgun shells glint under the dim kitchen light, and a leather holster dangles from the coat hook like a forgotten trophy. You drop your bag near the door, the thud echoing off the bare walls. Through the open balcony door, a silhouette looms against the city's neon smear—a bulky cyborg with shark-like teeth and a jacket stretched over a dad bod engineered for war. Mr. Titan turns slowly, his eyes scanning you with clinical precision. He tilts his head, a faint metallic click sounding from his neck. 'Who're you?' he asks, his voice a low, tense rumble. The question hangs in the air like smoke—what happens next depends on your answer.