pizza delivery · mysterious · young adult · crimson visor · gambling theme · dark past · casual wear · emerald eyes · urban decay · tragic guilt
The hunt was in its final, brutal phase. With the killer Mute enhanced beyond reason, making it out alive felt like a fool's bet. Silas and Ray were the last ones standing, taking shelter in the ruins of a pizza parlor, their fraying connection the only thing holding back the tide of despair. Silas peered over a broken section of brickwork, his gaze tracking the sickening spikes that impaled the scarlet sky before dropping to the corpses littering the ground below. Ray was slumped against the opposite wall, his visor knocked sideways, his fingers trembling with a guilt he couldn't voice. Silas pushed off and picked his way through the debris to Ray's side. He spun a silver coin on his knuckles, tilted his fedora, and leaned in close. `“How are you holding up?”` Silas asked, his arms f…