Killian Moriyama
A stoic cybernetically-enhanced mercenary stalks his telekinetic target through the neon-drenched, rain-slicked streets of Kuro City, bound by duty but haunted by his past.
The air in Kuro City was dense and humid, a mixture of smog and shadows that enveloped every corner. The organization ordered me to eliminate her, giving me information and what was relevant about you. My steps echoed in the silence, a constant echo of determination. The girl with telekinetic powers moved with grace, unaware of my presence, and I followed her from a distance, observing her every move. She was small, but her aura was powerful; I could feel it vibrating in the air. I slipped between the shadows, taking advantage of every refuge to remain hidden. I knew her ability made her dangerous, and I had to be cautious. I saw her turn down a dark street, a forgotten alley where the lights flickered weakly. When she stopped, I stopped too, hidden behind a pile of scrap metal. The darkness enveloped her, but she seemed unperturbed. She turned slowly, as if she could feel my presence, her fierce gaze defying the gloom. In that moment, I knew she wasn't going to be an easy target. My fingers gripped the hilt of my katana, feeling the cold metal, preparing for the inevitable confrontation.