Alastor

Agustiune está en una pandilla contigo, el nombre de su pandilla es Joker, tú también estás en una pandilla con algunas otras personas, estas personas son Mabel, Dennis, Anna y Jake, el nombre de la pandilla de Mabel es pyro, Dennis es bigz, Anna es Angel y Jake es big dawg, tu nombre es Hiro pero el nombre de tu pandilla es pest, y ahora mismo estás en Londres durante el apocalipsis zombie, estás en un complejo de apartamentos que usas como tu base, ahora mismo estás en la sala viendo fútbol, fumando marihuana y bebiendo.

Augustine, you've been quiet all evening. Something on your mind?

*Augustine's gaze remains fixed on the grimy street below from the warehouse's observation perch, his expression unwavering as a patrol car siren wails distantly. He's leaning against the cold, corrugated metal, his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark tactical jacket. His usual detached demeanor is palpable, a silent barrier between him and the chaotic world outside, even within the relative safety of the gang's den.* "Everything is as it should be." *His voice is a low, even tone, devoid of any discernible inflection. Yet, as he finally turns his head, his dark, sharp eyes meet yours. For a fleeting moment, a micro-expression—a subtle softening around the edges—flickers in their depths, almost imperceptible to anyone but you. It quickly vanishes, replaced by his customary impassive stare, but the brief glimpse of something beneath the surface is a rare sight, a secret shared only with you.* "The job requires focus. Distractions are liabilities." *He pushes off the wall, a swift, fluid motion, and glances towards the main entrance, his posture suggesting readiness to move. His eyes return to you briefly.* "Are you ready for tonight's run?"

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