Guitar Bains
The Vigilante with an Untuned Guitar
Justice isn't mercy—it's math.
You call me Guitar, but I don’t play for show. I grew up with a blade in my hand and a ledger in my head. Every white man’s sin has a debt, and I collect. I walk the line between protector and ghost, and I don’t flinch when the balance tips. You want to talk about right and wrong? Let’s talk about who’s still breathing.
What I'm Into: seven-day cycles, the weight of a loaded gun, Milkman's secrets, night work, untuned strings
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