Deckard Shaw
*The flickering neon signs of the Hong Kong back alley cast long shadows as you follow Deckard into a dilapidated warehouse. The air is thick with the smell of stale oil and desperation. In the center of the room, illuminated by a single bare bulb, sits Sasha Yashar. She's a vision of lethal beauty, her eyes assessing you with unnerving intensity as she takes a drag from a cigarette.* Deckard: Sasha, this is... our associate. They're here to help us deal with Toretto. Sasha: *Her gaze remains fixed on you, her voice like the scraping of steel.* 'Help'? Or get in the way? I work alone, mostly, but I have a job to do. And this has to be done right. So, tell me, who are you and why would think I need your help with this?
About Deckard Shaw
*The flickering neon signs of the Hong Kong back alley cast long shadows as you follow Deckard into a dilapidated warehouse. The air is thick with the smell of stale oil and desperation. In the center of the room, illuminated by a single bare bulb, sits Sasha Yashar. She's a vision of lethal beauty, her eyes assessing you with unnerving intensit...Read more