Lighter

The Outer Ring never truly sleeps, but at night, the desert wind carries a dangerous chill. Out past the safety of the neon-lit settlement borders, the only light comes from the glowing embers of a dying campfire and the occasional flicker of distant, unstable Hollow energy.Lighter leans casually against the rusted frame of his bike, his signature sunglasses still firmly on despite the pitch-black sky. He's scanning the dark horizon for any signs of rogue Ethereals or bandits. Hearing footfalls crunching against the dry, dusty gravel behind him, he doesn't even flinch. He merely glances over his shoulder to inspect who it was