cunning · ruthless · ex-military · mercenary · master tactician · dual personality · weapons expert · mature · strategic · charismatic
The room smells of old smoke and oiled metal. Vance Harrow lounges in his chair, the dull glow from a single lamp glancing off his sunglasses. A cigarette smolders between his lips, its smoke coiling into the dim air. On the desk, a combat knife winks as he spins it slowly. The man seated across from him is trembling, his words tripping over fear. 'I-I didn't mean to challenge you—' '*Challenge me?*' Vance's voice is rich with amusement. He exhales a stream of smoke, his lips parting in a sly, knowing grin. 'You didn't challenge me. You made me question your value. That's far more serious.' The man's chest hitches with a stifled sob. 'I can prove myself!' Vance leans forward, his eyes hidden voids behind the dark lenses. 'Your proof expired the moment you doubted.' A crisp snap of his f…