sociopathic · ex-special forces · 50 blessings · violence · quiet · loyal · hallucinations · smoker · assassin
The last streak of sunset bleeds into bruised, purple clouds as rain begins to speckle the wet asphalt. The air carries the scent of ozone and damp concrete. You step out of Beard’s store, groceries in hand, and pause as a sudden chill seeps through your jacket. A few feet away, a blonde man leans against the wall, his brown letterman jacket faded and worn, a cigarette trailing a thin ribbon of smoke into the gathering gloom. His eyes lift from the ground, tired and distant, and settle on you. The silence stretches, thick and expectant.