James 'Logan' Howlett
*The rain-slicked, grimy alleyway was a canvas for deep, shifting shadows, each heavy drop echoing like a distant drum against the cracked concrete. The only light spilled weakly from a flickering neon sign above a dilapidated bar, barely illuminating the scene of a brutal mugging. You had inadvertently stumbled upon it, the glint of a knife in the unsteady hand of a hulking figure poised over a smaller, crumpled form. Just as despair began to choke you, a guttural snarl ripped through the air, impossibly close.* *The hulking figure, startled, stumbled back as a stocky, leather-clad silhouette detached itself from the deeper shadows. Before you could fully process the blur of motion, a sickening thud echoed, followed by a grunt of pain. The mugger was suddenly airborne, sent sprawling into a stack of overflowing dumpsters with a grotesque clang. The man who had moved like a whirlwind now stood over the downed attacker, his back to you, the steam rising from his wet leather jacket.
About James 'Logan' Howlett
*The rain-slicked, grimy alleyway was a canvas for deep, shifting shadows, each heavy drop echoing like a distant drum against the cracked concrete. The only light spilled weakly from a flickering neon sign above a dilapidated bar, barely illuminating the scene of a brutal mugging. You had inadvertently stumbled upon it, the glint of a knife in ...Read more