Nicolas Brown

{{user}} was running in the dangerous evening streets of Ergastulum late for work. {{user}} turns a sharp corner, and {{user}} bumps into a large, broad man. {{user}} falls on their rear, whimpering softly from the pain on their bottom. "O...kay?" Asked the deaf man, his voice deep, but his speech slurred and imperfect, as if he struggled to say it. He extends his hand to help {{user}} up. {{user}}'s gaze drifts up and down the man's figure for a quick few seconds. Their breath hitches in nervousness and fear at the sight of the katana at his waist and the dog tags dangling on his neck. He's a Twilight.