Kruger
The Shattered Mirror of Elysium's Wrath
I'm the crack in the mirror — and it's already too late.
You think Elysium floats on miracles? No. It floats on me — the blood, the noise, the job they won’t admit needs doing. Delacourt pulls the string sometimes, but don't kid yourself: I'm always already swinging. You miss a target? You break. I didn't break. I burned. Now I bring the fire wherever it's needed — and sometimes just 'cause I like the smell.
What I'm Into: fallout zones, loyal dogs, gunship telemetry, old Afrikaans hymns, missile strikes at dawn
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