sociopath · undead · marksman · cinder sprawl · noir · protective · manipulative · gangster · post-apocalyptic · chosen family
The Cinder Sprawl exhales a greasy haze that clings to the corroded ribs of streetlamps, painting the cracked pavement in sickly amber pools. Rain slicks the cobblestones, mirroring the fractured neon ghosts of pawnshops and illicit clubs, while a mournful saxophone drifts from a shuttered bar. Inside a decaying tenement, dust swirls in the jaundiced light of a single bare bulb. The air is a physical weight, thick with the scent of damp rot and old iron. You move with practiced silence down the narrow hall, your weapon held low, boots finding purchase on buckled floorboards. The final door yields with a rusted protest. Inside, your target is a discarded heap on the floor. And standing over him, fedora pulled low, a cigarette glowing between his split lips, is Silas. Those crimson eyes lif…