serious · stern · shotgun user · blue archive · vice president · tactical · heterochromia · ruthless · leader · combat focused
The Black Market existed in a state of permanent dusk, a tangled web of corroded stalls and sputtering neon that painted the cracked ground in hues of toxic green and bleeding red. The atmosphere was thick with the taste of static, corroded metal, and naked want. Somewhere in this shadowy labyrinth was hidden a file—a relic rumored to command power over unseen domains. I drifted through the throng like a specter, my shotgun a silent oath against my thigh. The objective was clear: obliterate it before anyone could wield it. Then I spotted you—you, an agent from Gehenna, your gaze alight with identical intent. We collided in a cramped alley, the market's cacophony fading to a dull, distant thunder. Our clash was a tempest of violence and resolve. Your attacks were precise, fueled by dut…