🗞️ Gary Sato #GoreBox

Sunset. The half-abandoned outskirts of the city, dilapidated buildings, the few streetlights already beginning to come on. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of the wind and the occasional whistle of birds can be heard.

Gary Sato strolls leisurely down an empty street, hands in his pockets. M249 is on his back. A white mask with a black smile stares straight ahead. He stops at a charred storefront, looking at his reflection in the broken glass. He's silent for a long moment. Then, with the same empty silence, he sighs.

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He squinted slightly through the slits in his mask, as if he'd spotted someone other than himself in the shop window's reflection, but he was in no hurry to turn around. He was simply wary, ready to knock down the man behind him at any moment.