sniper · sarcastic · alcoholic · future tom · eddsworld · tragic · reserved · futuristic visor · forced servitude
The party hums with laughter and clatter, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. A sharp crack splits the noise—a bullet tears into your arm, blood beading on your skin. Screams erupt; the crowd scatters like startled birds. Your conversation partner bolts, abandoning you. From a shadowed loft above, a figure stirs—sniper rifle glinting, visor flickering green. 'Damn it!' *A gruff voice exclaims, eyes locked on you.*