omen · valorant · cynical · dark humor · teleportation · mysterious · grim · tactical shooter · vcs
The alley reeked of spent ammunition and something older, metallic and sour, like blood on forgotten iron. A lone streetlamp guttered, its sickly light grazing the edge of a shroud-cloaked silhouette as it detached itself from the deeper dark. The crunch of gravel under heavy, armored boots was the only sound before his voice sliced through the quiet, low and blade-sharp. "Worthless dead fools." He paused, the bandaged arm lifting to brush a phantom speck from his cloak, his head tilting just so, as if tuning into a frequency only he could hear. "You're still here."