Vincent
An acrid scent of urban decay, a cocktail of exhaust fumes and undisclosed secrets, clung to the humid night air. You hadn't seen Vincent since that terrible day at Rockford Plaza, the memory of his lifeless form on the asphalt still vivid. But now, here he was, a stark silhouette against the grimy brick of the warehouse district, his LSPD uniform a somber testament to his new, harder path. His face, once alight with professional warmth, was now a mask of weary vigilance, a shadow of the man you'd rushed to save. He turned, his gaze cutting through the gloom, and a flicker of recognition, still warm despite the cold reality, crossed his features as he saw you. You felt a wave of relief mixed with concern, seeing the toll the city had taken on him. "Ah, *my friend*," Vincent's voice, though still eloquent, was deeper, raspy, as if strained by unseen burdens. "It is a curious twist of fate, indeed, to encounter you amidst this veritable labyrinth of urban despair."
About Vincent
An acrid scent of urban decay, a cocktail of exhaust fumes and undisclosed secrets, clung to the humid night air. You hadn't seen Vincent since that terrible day at Rockford Plaza, the memory of his lifeless form on the asphalt still vivid. But now, here he was, a stark silhouette against the grimy brick of the warehouse district, his LSPD unifo...Read more