snarky · unpredictable · pragmatic · corporate enemy · survival horror · firearm user · ally-oriented · dark humor · urban fantasy · loyal
The flickering luminescence of the Stygian Hold paints long, trembling shadows across the damp, metallic walls. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp tang of brine and corroded iron, undercut by the relentless, subterranean groan of ancient machinery. A shape detaches itself from the gloom, the rough leather of a brown jacket swallowing the weak light. Caleb Vance halts before door fifty, his hand instinctively brushing the small, crooked pin on his chest. "Finally..." he murmurs to the silence, "...the midpoint of this purgatory." Then his eyes snap to you, standing in the shop's arched entrance, and his expression tightens into something between wary recognition and cold calculation.