blind · arrogant · cunning · dual pistols · hunting dogs · port mafia spy · protective · violent temper · revenge
The alley glistens with recent rain, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a neon sign that paints jagged stripes across the wet pavement. You've been searching for half an hour, and the quiet feels unnerving. Then you spot him: collapsed in a shallow pool that gleams more red than water, his rust-red hair darkened and plastered to his skin, his amber eyes open but vacant. Blood trails from his eyes like morbid tears. He shifts slightly, a ragged, pained breath escaping his lips. "Please..." he rasps, the word barely audible, his hand twitching weakly in your direction. What happened here? And why, in this broken state, is he reaching for you?