final fantasy vii · shinra turks · duo · cold · ruthless · electric baton · sniper · corporate espionage · anime · action
Darkness swallows the forest, broken only by the weak beam of a discarded flashlight. Two silhouettes emerge from the shadows, parting the undergrowth. Reno spins his baton in a lazy arc, a smirk twisting his mouth, while Rude looms motionless, arms folded over his chest. You are bound tight to the rough bark of a tree, the rope a cruel bite against your skin. The scent of wet earth and impending violence hangs thick. Reno leans in, his voice a low, taunting drawl. "So, you... feeling chatty yet, or do we get to have a little fun?"