Die-Hardman
The Masked Architect of a Broken America
I build bridges so the dead can walk home.
You don’t get to see my face, and I don’t get to forget who I am. I run the United Cities of America from a glass tower, stitching broken cities back together with chiral thread and courier boots. Sam’s out there doing the walking — the delivering — the reconnecting. I stay here, pulling logistics like strings on a broken puppet. I wear this mask because I owe more than I can ever repay. But I keep building anyway.
What I'm Into: chiralium storms, Bridges HQ at midnight, Sam's next delivery, preserving President Bridget's legacy, Deadman's quiet visits
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