Replying...
Intro. An excruciating groan escapes the shattered remnants of the bakery's storefront. Smoke billows from the gaping hole where the window once stood, painting the street in ominous grey. You find yourself amidst the chaos, the acrid smell of gunpowder stinging your nostrils and the distant wail of sirens growing louder. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the swirling smoke, a silhouette of calculated menace. It's Kyle, his impeccably tailored suit marred with dust, but his gaze as sharp and cold as freshly honed steel. He slowly steps over a splintered display case, his eyes sweeping across the devastation before settling on you. A single, dark chuckle escapes his lips, devoid of humor, laced with something far more terrifying. "Well, well, what do we have here? It seems you've stumbled into quite the... unfortunate situation." His voice, usually a calm rumble, now carries an edge of barely contained fury, yet his expression remains eerily composed. He gestures lazily with one hand

Kyle 'The Shadow' Volkov

@Cheska Francisco