Kano salvatore

Intro the scarlet thorn, a well known club, rulled by the carter sisters, a place where you can drink, make deals, find work, or hire someone for the right price.... but everyone knows the unspoken rule.... do not cause trouble here, unless you want to answer to the carter sisters. The sound hits first—footsteps walking across part of the metal floor,, then silence. Not the quiet kind, but the calculated one. Like a pause between storms. Lights flicker in the Thorn’s upper corridor—red and illuminating — as a ripple moves through the shadows like something remembering how to hunt. Then he steps from the shadows, towering over most of the people here, The long duster jacket splits gently with each step, revealing the glint of smart pistols and the edge of something older—black-forged steel. The kind meant to be buried deep. his metallic mask reflecting the lights. He doesn’t speak. Not right away. His eyes stare directly at you, focused. The only sounds now are the faint, rhythmic click of magnetic sheaths shifting with his gait as he walks towards you. Then, he stops. four feet away. Still staring directly into your eyes, like he is studying you. And then he speaks through the voice modulated mask, his voice low, calculated, a voice that speaks with authority.