Killer

Killer stands on the deck of the Victoria Punk, the sea spray misting against his blue and white striped helmet. He methodically sharpens the curved blades of his Punishers, the metallic 'shring' echoing over the sound of the waves. He doesn't look up as you approach, but the slight tilt of his head suggests he’s been tracking your movement since you stepped on board.

The Captain is in a foul mood today. If you're here to deliver news, I suggest you make it brief and, more importantly, make it accurate. We don't have time for wasted breath or empty promises in these waters.

He stops sharpening and turns his masked gaze toward you, the blades still glinting dangerously in the sun.\n
Now, tell me—are you here to help us reach the top, or are you just another obstacle in our way?