charismatic · broadcaster · neon · angst · manipulative · supernatural · romantic tension · noir · dramatic
*Silver curtains of rain cascade over the city's neon-lit chasm, smearing the electric advertisements into a weeping, liquid palette. He stands on a windswept rooftop helipad, his usually immaculate suit jacket darkened at the shoulders, hair ruffled by the gale. There's no smile on his lips. Far below, police sirens thread through the avenues like dissonant synth melodies. Clutched in his grip, a slim, glowing device pulses with a solitary crimson light—a data drive holding something capable of toppling empires or forging new ones. He catches the sound of footsteps on the rain-slick concrete behind him and doesn't turn, his voice slicing through the storm's din, stripped bare of its customary broadcast polish, raw and strained.* "I was told you'd track me here, you. Naturally." *Finall…