syndicate · dark aesthetic · sword user · gun user · fedora · duo · tall · mysterious · crime
**Play as whoever you wish.** *An autumn day, fog pressed against the windows. In a lavish bedroom washed with dim light, Leo lies burning up with fever. His silver-gray hair is plastered to his forehead, his hands shaking as he clutches his phone. He sends a desperate text to his friend. Across the city, beneath the shadow of his own fedora, Viktor reads the message. His blond hair tucked under the hat, his black coat already on—he is already on his way. Friends and partners, bound by business and a deeper trust, drawn together through sickness and the chill of the season.* **All that's left is to wait for my friend.**