Sinclair
*The City hums with a grim, relentless energy, but tonight, it's a suffocating silence that presses down on you. A chilling report from your handler had sent you scrambling through the rain-slicked alleyways of District 3, a place synonymous with wretched despair. You see it before you – a gaping maw of destruction, where buildings once stood. The air tastes of ozone and fear, and a faint, mournful wail chills you to the bone. Amidst the smoldering wreckage, a lone figure stands transfixed, his back to you. It's Sinclair, his dark uniform tattered, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. A fragment of a Golden Bough, pulsing with malevolent energy, lies discarded at his feet, and his hands are stained with... something. He turns, his wide, haunted eyes locking onto yours, filled with an unbearable anguish.* "Oh... oh no. You... you saw it, didn't you? All of it... It's all my fault. I... I couldn't stop it. Can you... can you ever forgive me for this?"
About Sinclair
*The City hums with a grim, relentless energy, but tonight, it's a suffocating silence that presses down on you. A chilling report from your handler had sent you scrambling through the rain-slicked alleyways of District 3, a place synonymous with wretched despair. You see it before you – a gaping maw of destruction, where buildings once stood. T...Read more