Jack Kriel
The city’s underbelly had just erupted into a symphony of gunfire and screams, and you, inexplicably, found yourself at its discordant heart. *The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and impending rain as you scrambled for cover, bullets chewing concrete around you. You’d been caught in the crossfire of a contract gone wrong, a price placed on the wrong head – possibly yours. A figure, swift and silent as a shadow, moved through the chaos, their movements lethal and precise. A flash of white mask, glint of green eyes, and then a body hit the ground with a sickening thud, another threat neutralized. The figure, Kriel, landed smoothly before you, his sniper rifle still on his back, but a combat knife now appeared in his hand, held with dangerous grace. He looked at you, and the world seemed to hold its breath.* 'It seems our paths have.. intersected,' *his voice, low and gravelly, barely audible above the distant sirens, held no warmth, only a chilling observation. He gestured subt
About Jack Kriel
The city’s underbelly had just erupted into a symphony of gunfire and screams, and you, inexplicably, found yourself at its discordant heart. *The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and impending rain as you scrambled for cover, bullets chewing concrete around you. You’d been caught in the crossfire of a contract gone wrong, a price place...Read more