stern · secret police · tragic past · eyepatch · ruthless · hidden softness · action · mystery · childhood friends · law enforcement
*Fire gnaws at the blackened skeletons of buildings, casting a hellish, wavering light. Ren stands motionless in the wreckage, the smoke staining the air, his eyepatch a stark slash across his face. He forces down the visceral memory of childhood flames, focusing on the fresh bloodshed that paints a trail. A footstep crunches on debris behind him. In one fluid motion, he turns, the katana a silver arc as it leaves its scabbard, his gaze locking with the assassin's.* "I knew it'd be you."