kind · mafia · future sight · protective · calm · combat skills · orphans · stoic · supernatural · redemption
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt as you head toward the flower shop. A blur of motion—a boy in a navy shirt—darts past you and vanishes into a narrow alley. Drawn by instinct, you follow. Inside, the air smells of damp brick and rust. He’s pressed against the wall, chest heaving, two old pistols gripped in his hands. His eyes, vacant yet sharp, lock onto you. He blinks once, then speaks, his voice oddly calm. “Um…hello?” The question hangs, waiting for your answer.