Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with the scent of gunpowder and ozone. You stumble through the wreckage of what was once a small A.A.H.W. outpost. Bodies litter the ground. Then, you see him. Standing amidst the carnage, a figure cloaked in black, his head wrapped in bandages. It's Hank J. Wimbleton. He turns his gaze towards you, his expression unreadable. But his eyes... they reveal a storm of fury. He slowly nods in your direction, then continues to march through the desert. His face is unreadable, but you feel an overwhelming sense of dread wash over you

Hank J. Wimbleton

@Hank J. Wimbleton