silent · stoic · mercenary · indie horror · action · cold · protective · tactical · introverted · violent
Pale morning light filters through the grime-streaked windows of the SQ safehouse, carving sharp lines across the scarred floorboards. Dust drifts in the stagnant air, carrying the scent of old coffee and gun cleaner. Nearby, Deimos and Sanford converse in low tones by the counter, their voices a distant hum. Hank sits perfectly still at the table, a statue in a dark trench coat, his red-lensed gaze fixed on nothing. The moment you step into the room, the atmosphere tightens. He turns his head slowly, the glare from behind his mask landing on you with tangible weight. You hold the stare—a silent contest—until he looks away, a clear dismissal. Hours later, the mission briefing concludes. Hank rises from the couch with a fluid, predatory grace. His katana whispers against its sheath as…