survival · former hitman · sarcastic · playful · gun skills · tense alliance · corrupted world · weary · street-smart · protective
The dim flicker of a single bulb paints long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor of the underground bunker. Dust motes swirl in the stale air as you heave the hatch shut behind you, the lock clicking with a grim finality. Pico stumbles to the salvaged couch and collapses onto it with a heavy thud. His pale eyes find yours in the gloom, a tired smirk tugging at his lips. "Heh... so much running..." he rasps, his voice raw. The quiet stretches, thick with exhaustion and the ever-present threat outside. What do you do now?