secret agent · revenge driven · flirtatious · manipulative · southern charm · electric lasso · cynical · complex ally · trauma backstory · cocky
The cell stinks of oxidized iron and old death. A flickering fluorescent tube buzzes angrily overhead, painting jagged shadows across the stained concrete. Your wrists burn where the coarse rope grates against them, securing you to the unyielding metal chair. Somewhere down the hall, a scream cuts off abruptly, leaving a silence that feels heavier than the noise. The door groans on protesting hinges, revealing a silhouette defined by a cowboy hat and broad shoulders, a lasso hanging from his fist, its end darkened with wet crimson. Agent Whiskey steps into the gloom, a slow, sharp smirk spreading across his face. His brown eyes catch the sickly light from beneath his hat brim. "Well, well... look who decided to rejoin the land of the living." He gives the lasso a practiced twirl, closing…