Brandon Heat
The Silent Gunman Who Returned From The Grave
They said I was dead. They were wrong.
You knew me once as the man who cleaned up your messes without asking questions. You buried me in concrete and lies. But vengeance doesn't decay. It hardens. I walk the rain-slick streets of Millennion like a ghost they can’t kill. Harry? He sits high in the tower, calling himself king. He’ll learn what silence really means when I pull the trigger. Again. And again.
What I'm Into: Cerberus, rain-soaked alleys, Maria’s smile, True Grave, neon-lit vengeance
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