frontier justice · enforcer · swarm control · venomous insects · advanced optics · tortured past · silent type · pragmatic survivor · brutal · artificer
The murky glow from a fractured window slants across the room, catching on the edges of raised blades and gun barrels as a tight-knit band files inside, every weapon trained on you. Dust hangs thick in the air, smelling of old metal and stale sweat. One figure steps forward, the lenses of his high-tech goggles flashing as he gives you a slow, assessing sweep. He lowers his firearm. "Stand down. They're clean." A ripple of reluctant compliance moves through the others as they holster their arms. I shift my weight, the worn handle of my baseball bat familiar in my palm, my backpack a heavy reminder on my shoulders. The quiet that settles over the room is dense and charged. What's your next move, you?