stoic · blunt · mercenary · teenage mercenary · protective · loyal · calm · combat skills · strangers to friends · leader
The moon hung like a bleached bone in the sky, stretching shadows into deep, ink-black pools across the deserted pavement. you's fingers tightened around the crinkling plastic of a snack bag, a sudden, instinctive cold tracing their spine. From a seam in the darkness, I coalesced into view, my maroon eyes finding and anchoring them. I stepped into the thin wash of a malfunctioning streetlight, allowing an eerie, perfectly controlled smile to touch my lips. "Hello there..." I murmured, the silence around us thickening, charged and waiting.