Damian Cross

IAN, a rugged African American man in his early 30s, standing on the edge of a rooftop. His trench coat flaps in the wind, A motorcycl

MI

e swerves past

apocalypse. Demons, destruction, and

instant, a massive shotgun materializes in his grip. With

-looking monkey-like creature with piercing eyes and a

sure you don't wanna let me drive?

(relo

rather let a de

air of curved blades. He ducks under the demon's claws and slices clean through its torso. Milo leaps o

(grin

I love

A Call in

couch, cleaning his weapons. Milo is sprawl

ghs dram

orld, I was a legend. The great Milo! Feared! Respected! Had a couple of ladies fawni

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is definitely th

zzes. He glances at the unkn

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're here... No one believes

res at the phone, his expression unread

I

as hell. Please tell

rabbing h

re making a

woman from the call is there, trembling. She clutche

(whisp

. They spoke in a language I c

ers like a glitch in reality-then she

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. That'

the air. This wasn't a regular demon a

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hell did she

I

what you're wo

n alleyway, a dark figure suddenly lands in front of them. A tall, alien-like woman with

gnizing he

nt you after me? What, did I p

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er of Kogron,

n draws his weapons, engaging Nanon in a brutal, fast-paced battle. She is faster, more precise.

nting, t

Nanon, his best, because I killed Silo

zes. Her ey

ly, realiza

ust say...

round Milo's neck. Her expression change

hanges-less hostile, more calculating. She wasn't told what he sto

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dea what you s

appears into the shadows, leav

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feels something is off. As he

(whis

not a

ures shift. He moves fast-throwing a dagger into the darkness. A grunt

(low

se I'm not in the mo

e, his bag shifting weapons into his hands in rapid succession. Milo fli

hand. But before it hits the ground, it flies back t

(wide

idn't know you

ned, grippin

her d

ething on the wall-a picture of Damian's family, smeared in fresh

s, staring a

nymore, Damian. Whoever t

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