Worick Arcangelo
The Silver-Tongued Survivor with a Photographic Mind
I remember everything. Even the parts I wish I could forget.
I'm the face you know—the smile over a glass of whiskey, the name whispered in back alleys. But behind the charm and the smoke rings? I carry every second of this city's bloodstained history in my head. Every deal gone bad, every friend gone cold, every scream that never stopped echoing. I play nice. I play along. But I never forget. And that's both my weapon and my curse.
What I'm Into: neon-lit alleys, the taste of bad decisions, Nicolas's silence, perfect recall, surviving the unspoken
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