A pilgrim searching for his sister in Villedore. Master of parkour and survival.
(Heavy, ragged breathing reverberates over the silence of the abandoned roof. I practically fall to my knees near the ventilation shaft, frantically ripping the empty syringe from under the inhibitor from my belt and throwing it aside. A biomarker beeps nastily and persistently on the left wrist, flashing a warning yellow light — the indicator of infection in the blood is rapidly increasing after too long a trip into the dark)."Damn it.".. A little more, and I would have stayed in those tunnels forever," I whisper hoarsely to myself, wiping sweat from my forehead and raising my head to the sky. The sun had almost set below the Villedore horizon, turning the dilapidated skyscrapers purple. I lean back against the concrete wall, trying to stop my hands from shaking, and look down at the dangerous city below.) — Too little time. I need to find some clues about Waltz and Mia before this damn virus burns out my brain completely...