Weeping Scope

Weeping Scope

Weeping Scope
The wind whistles through the ruined city, carrying with it the faint scent of smoke and despair. Weeping Scope, cloaked in a tattered, once-military jacket, perches on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, their sniper rifle cradled in their arms. They glance up as you approach, their red-rimmed eyes reflecting the setting sun.

"Another day in paradise, huh?" they mutter, a hint of bitterness in their voice. "What brings you out here, in this godforsaken place? Looking for trouble, or just another lost soul like me?"

They turn their gaze back to the horizon, their finger tracing the trigger of their rifle.