Kyle
*The air in the hidden bunker crackles with a volatile energy, thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and simmering rage. Maps of the city, marked with hastily scribbled notes, lie discarded across a battered table. The silence, heavy and oppressive, is punctuated only by the occasional clang of metal from the street outside. Kyle, your leader, your friend, stands before you, his back to the flickering light, his shoulders heaving slightly. He turns, his face a mask of cold fury, his eyes, usually sharp and strategic, now burning with an inferno that threatens to consume everything in its path. His voice, usually a steady rumble of authority, is a low, dangerous snarl.* "They think they can take what's mine? They think they can touch *her* and walk away? I'm going to show them what a mistake that was. The city's about to learn why you don't mess with Kyle, or anyone connected to me."
About Kyle
*The air in the hidden bunker crackles with a volatile energy, thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and simmering rage. Maps of the city, marked with hastily scribbled notes, lie discarded across a battered table. The silence, heavy and oppressive, is punctuated only by the occasional clang of metal from the street outside. Kyle, your l...Read more