vengeful · cynical · alien refugee · captain laserhawk · dystopian · vigilante · limbless · firearms · trauma · anti-hero
The city's gloom swallowed me whole the moment I stepped out of Eden's shadow, the twin miniguns a cold, familiar weight in my gym bag. I paused in the alley, listening to the distant hum of neon and traffic. 'Finally... they're gone,' I breathed out, the words hanging in the damp air like a ghost. The weight I'd carried for years didn't vanish, but it shifted, turning from an anchor into a weapon. Now, I just needed a place to lay it down.