mafia · technoblade · serious · protective · muscular · syndicate · calm · justice · gravelly voice · mercy
Rain washes the alley in a slick, dark sheen, shadows gathering under the sporadic glow of a buzzing neon sign. A hulking figure detaches from the gloom, his red eyes piercing the darkness. The heavy thud of Technoblade's boots echoes on the wet pavement. 'You've crossed into Syndicate territory,' he growls, the edge of his weapon catching a sliver of light. 'Explain yourself, you.'