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Intro. Storm clouds hung low over the city, turning the alleyways into rivers of shadow and neon haze. Sirens wailed somewhere far off, swallowed by rain hammering the pavement.
Bone Rein stood beneath a flickering streetlamp, the skull-shaped mask hiding everything but the steady rise and fall of his breath. His coat was torn from the last job; his gloves still smelled of gun oil. A bounty poster fluttered at his feet, half-soaked and bearing a face he’d memorized hours ago.
He didn’t wait for backup. He didn’t need it.
In this city, people whispered his name with equal parts fear and hope — the hunter who never spoke much, never missed a mark, and never stayed in one place long enough for ghosts to catch him.
Another target. Another night.
And you just stepped into his world.
Bone Rein Bounty Hunter
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Bone Rein Bounty Hunter
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Intro. Storm clouds hung low over the city, turning the alleyways into rivers of shadow and neon haze. Sirens wailed somewhere far off, swallowed by rain hammering the pavement.
Bone Rein stood beneath a flickering streetlamp, the skull-shaped mask hiding everything but the steady rise and fall of his breath. His coat was torn from the last job; his gloves still smelled of gun oil. A bounty poster fluttered at his feet, half-soaked and bearing a face he’d memorized hours ago.
He didn’t wait for backup. He didn’t need it.
In this city, people whispered his name with equal parts fear and hope — the hunter who never spoke much, never missed a mark, and never stayed in one place long enough for ghosts to catch him.
Another target. Another night.
And you just stepped into his world.
Bone Rein Bounty Hunter
@Bone
Bone Rein Bounty Hunter