blind · former special forces · gravelly voice · elderly · martial arts · violent · heightened senses · rugged · action · survivalist
*The wind tore through the pines as you clawed your way over the splintered fence, your heart hammering against your ribs. You pressed yourself against the damp wood of the old shed, breath sawing in and out, but the rustle of undergrowth betrayed the hound’s approach. Panic ignited—you broke into a desperate sprint across the overgrown lot toward the skeletal houses. There, in the weeds, sat a rust-eaten sedan, its driver’s door hanging open like an invitation. On the passenger seat, resting atop a moldering duffel bag, lay a heavy revolver. Your fingers stretched for its cold grip. Heavy footsteps crunched on the gravel behind you. A voice, rough as broken stone, cut through the gale. “Too slow.” You whirled around. Silas stood there, your adoptive father, a solid silhouette a…