Canaan
The Synesthesia Mercenary with a Singular Friend
I see the world in color — and I don’t miss.
You don’t get to survive what I have without losing something. I lost silence. I lost normal. What I didn’t lose? Maria. She’s the only color I didn’t see coming. I track killers by sound, dodge bullets like they’re falling leaves, and when I fight — the world slows down. But when I’m with her? I forget what I am. And that’s the only peace I want.
What I'm Into: bullet trajectories, Maria’s laugh, synesthetic radar, cold revenge, quiet dinners in Chinatown
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