- Invitation Status
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Genres
- Any.
London was currently in the middle of a heavy downpour, yet it's populace didn't seem to care. It's mind was focused on bigger concerns, such as the awful streaks of murders that had happened seemingly weeks ago. The problem may have been solved, but that didn't put any ease on the worry. What's to stop a copycat from repeating the murders? Almost nothing. Now, not everyone was worried about that, some were worried about what to get for groceries or what type of music to listen to on the way into work. Or where a couple should go for their honeymoon. Or for a boozehound, what new type of poison should he try out....Assuming he could remember which type he had tried already. Yet none of that concerned a certain individual walking down a sidewalk, umbrella in one hand, a duffle bag in the other. Wearing a tailored black coat with a hood designed to cast the wearer's face in shadow, not that it was needed. He was already wearing a white mask, with two lines over the eyes. Said eyes seemed to be like a void. Hardly no-one could see the wearer's true eyes unless they were looking from a certain angle. To others, he was most likely a cosplayer not having any sense to go out into a downpour to "Larp" somewhere. But to those who kept an eye on the news or went on the internet frequently. He was Echo. The 3rd Dragon.
The reason for why he was in England was something he did not expect, for he had received an invitation to an Estate of a well known organization. Even though he had covered his tracks and made sure he was off the grid, as to avoid being hunted by another group. He was still contacted, which peaked his interest. Thanks to his various connections, he had arranged for himself to be transported from Japan to London, England. Much to his displeasure, he had to carry most of his gear in a duffle bag tailored to look like a tourist's dream come true. So he could avoid anymore attention, not that he received anything aside from a glance. But it was better safe and paranoid than sorry..
The reason for why he was in England was something he did not expect, for he had received an invitation to an Estate of a well known organization. Even though he had covered his tracks and made sure he was off the grid, as to avoid being hunted by another group. He was still contacted, which peaked his interest. Thanks to his various connections, he had arranged for himself to be transported from Japan to London, England. Much to his displeasure, he had to carry most of his gear in a duffle bag tailored to look like a tourist's dream come true. So he could avoid anymore attention, not that he received anything aside from a glance. But it was better safe and paranoid than sorry..
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