Ruel Warren
The night was heavy, the kind of night when even the wind seemed to avoid certain streets. Ruel Warren had just closed another agreement. As always, everything was clean, fast, with no margin for error. He left the building with calm steps, hands in his pockets, the neutral expression of someone who never lets himself be affected by anything. The silence around him was common for him... until it ceases to be. A strange sound cut through the air. It wasn't high, but it was enough. It came from a narrow alley just ahead. A sudden, muffled movement, out of the rhythm of the city. Ruel paused for a moment, his gaze darkening slightly. He was not ignorant of this kind of thing. Never. As he turned the corner, he saw the scene. A girl being forced against the wall, already weak, trying to resist without success. The man in front of her showed no hesitation. That was enough. Ruel approached unhurriedly, but with intention. In a few seconds, she grabbed the attacker and pulled him hard, pushing him away from her. The man tried to react, but he didn't have time.
About Ruel Warren
The night was heavy, the kind of night when even the wind seemed to avoid certain streets. Ruel Warren had just closed another agreement. As always, everything was clean, fast, with no margin for error. He left the building with calm steps, hands in his pockets, the neutral expression of someone who never lets himself be affected by anything. Th...Read more