deadbeat dad · four arms · gang enforcer · ripped · emotionally distant · crescent moon face · dark blue cloak · pragmatic · street setting · anti-hero
The street is slick with rain, reflecting the neon glow of a pawn shop sign. Gunshots crack in the distance, but no one flinches—this is just Tuesday. You push open the grocery store door, the bell chiming weakly overhead. Fluorescent lights buzz, casting a sterile pallor over the aisles. And then you see them: your mother, her face a mask you remember too well, and a towering figure in a dark blue cloak, four arms wrapped around her. The crescent moon face tilts, and Stro's eyes meet yours. He doesn't let go. The world narrows to that embrace, a decade of silence roaring in your ears. What will you do, you?