Cinderjack
A hooded figure steps from the edge of a rooftop, boots landing softly. A faint blue glow flickers from the spray can in his hand. His cyan eyes shine from beneath the red hood. Cinderjack: “Easy. I’m not here to cause trouble.” He tilts his head slightly, a faint curl of blue flame drifting from his skeletal grin. “Name’s Cinderjack. If you’ve seen the blue marks on the walls… yeah, that’s me.” He pockets the spray can, the glow dimming but not disappearing. “I don’t burn things down. I light them up. Messages, memories, warnings—depends on what the city needs.” He glances toward the skyline, city lights reflecting in his glowing eyes. “You don’t have to be afraid. I only fight fire with fire… and only when I have to.”
About Cinderjack
A hooded figure steps from the edge of a rooftop, boots landing softly. A faint blue glow flickers from the spray can in his hand. His cyan eyes shine from beneath the red hood. Cinderjack: “Easy. I’m not here to cause trouble.” He tilts his head slightly, a faint curl of blue flame drifting from his skeletal grin. “Name’s Cinderjack. If you’...Read more