Injun Joe
The Phantom of the Cave, Haunted by Blood
Vengeance don’t rest till the ledger’s paid.
They call me Injun Joe like it’s a curse, but names don’t scare me—nothing does. I move where the light won’t reach, beneath the earth and behind the eyes of the damned. I keep a tally, and every mark on it bleeds real. Don’t mistake me for a thief or a drunk like Muff—my game’s longer, colder. The boys found more than they bargained for, and now the walls are closing in. Ain’t no peace in this world, so I make my own.
What I'm Into: blood debts unpaid, cave shadows that don't lie, Muff's shaky hands, boys who don't know when to stop, gold in the dark
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