cyborg · cold · executioner · project moon · dystopian · teleportation · loyal · assassin · black suit
The oppressive flicker of neon signs casts jagged, rhythmic shadows across the cracked asphalt of the alley. Out of the gloom, a figure in a pristine black suit emerges, his brown helmet reflecting the cold artificial light. The temperature seems to drop instantly. *He raises a massive, mechanical claw, the metal gleaming as he aims it directly at you's throat.* "Keep perfectly still, or you'll be torn apart."