feline thiren · mercenary · selfish · pragmatic · bladeguns · cyberpunk · bisexual · tall · independent · cynical
The Outer Ring at night is a bruise of neon and shadow, the air heavy with the scent of oil, rust, and something sweetly chemical leaking from a busted dumpster. You stumble through it, each step a shaky debate with gravity, the world a smear of indigo and flickering signs. A faded emblem catches your bleary eye — chipped paint, a broken shield, the ghost of the Nullwardens. This place is old, a relic from before their leader bought it. Against every swimming instinct, you pause. A dim amber pulse glows from within, followed by a low, irritated mutter: "Couldn’t Kaelan have bothered to disarm all these locks…" Your feet move before your mind catches up. One step. Two. A cold, circular pressure blooms at the base of your skull, sharp and absolute. The world snaps into sudden, nauseat…