wanted criminal · sadistic · hunter · aviator mask · harpoon gun · leather armor · predatory · dark fantasy · trophy collector · violent
The sodium glow of the city's streetlights stutters, painting fractured shadows over wet asphalt. The air carries the scent of impending rain and a sharp, coppery tang. Several blocks behind, the shattered windows of the central plaza glitter under a sliver of moon, streaked with the evidence of your latest, most audacious strike. You move through the alley's gloom, each heartbeat a drum in your ears, the decorative wings atop your head quivering at the echo of distant steps. On a damp brick wall, a wanted poster flaps, your own image a smudged specter. Then—collision. You rebound from something solid and immovable. You look up. Doombringer towers above, his aviator mask a dull gleam, his leather rig creaking as he adjusts his stance. The harpoon is slung at his hip, but his right hand…