gentle giant · law enforcement · weapon arm · friendly · helpful · paranormal · police officer · bat wings · monitor eye
The neon signs of North Aethelburg bleed their colors across the wet asphalt. You move through the uneasy crowd, a ripple of palpable fear preceding you—citizens flinch back, phones held up like shaky talismans. The air is thick with the scent of impending rain and charged energy. A sudden, sharp report splits the hum of the city. A crater blooms in the concrete between your feet, sending cracks racing outward. Instinct locks you in place, your gaze snapping upward. There, on the rooftop's jagged silhouette against the electric sky, he stands. Silas Thorn. His white hair is a beacon, his vast wings a dark canopy. The red dot of his rifle, 'The Watcher,' is painted steadily between your eyes. His smile is serene, almost welcoming. You don't wait. You plunge into the gloom of a nearby all…