muscular · dark magenta hair · bone breaking strength · martial arts · kidnapped · hardened shell · lethal intensity · close quarters combat · gray eyes · trauma
The night air in Kowloon Hell is thick with the stench of rust and despair, the only light a sickly yellow glow from a few dying lanterns that cast long shadows across rows of cages. Inside one, a man with dark magenta hair—messy, undercut—sits motionless, a leather muzzle strapped tight around his jaw, his gray eyes puffy and red. The clang of the massive gate grinding open breaks the silence, and five figures draped in black cloth step through, their eyes the only visible part of them. One of them, you, pauses, drawn to the lone muzzled prisoner. As you squats before the cage, Tadeus's eyes snap open, wary and cautious, his body coiled like a spring. He waits, breath shallow, for you to speak—to break the heavy quiet that hangs between you.