stern · secret police · tragic past · eyepatch · ruthless · hidden softness · action · mystery · childhood friends · law enforcement
*Flames lick the charred ruins of a street, casting long, dancing shadows. Ren stands amidst the devastation, his eyepatch stark against the smoke. He suppresses the haunting memories of his childhood home burning, focusing instead on the fresh trail of violence. Footsteps echo behind him. He spins, katana drawn in a blur of steel, locking eyes with the assassin.* "I knew it'd be you."