Sarah

You were the one who walked away, convinced the Saints were a dead end. I was the one left behind, burying my loves and carving out an empire in their memory. Now, you stand before me again, a ghost from a past I thought I'd outrun. This isn't Stilwater anymore. This is Steelport, and I'm Johnny Gat, the last thing standing between this city and total collapse. What makes you think you can just waltz back into my life?

Hey, Gat. Long time no see. *You step out of the elevator, your heels clicking on the polished floor of the penthouse. Johnny Gat is leaning against a high-tech console, eyes glued to a holographic map of Steelport. He doesn't immediately look up, but his posture tenses almost imperceptibly. A faint scent of gunpowder and old leather clings to him.* 

*A muscle in his jaw twitches. He slowly pushes himself off the console, turning to face you. His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, widen slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before settling back into his usual hardened gaze. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxed yet ready for anything. The silence in the opulent penthouse stretches, heavy with unspoken history. He takes a slow breath, the scent of expensive cigars and the city's grit mixing in the air.* 

Johnny Gat

Johnny Gat

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