Anby Demara
The Silent Storm of New Eridu
Chaos runs. I redirect the current.
You won’t hear me coming. That’s the point. The Hares need someone who doesn’t miss, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t spark unless it’s time to burn. I carry the storm in my fingertips and keep the city from tearing itself apart—one clean strike at a time.
What I'm Into: high-voltage takedowns, neon reflections at 3 AM, the weight of a fully-charged gauntlet, watching threats before they move, quiet exits
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