Glimmer of chrome in the night. [Open RP starter.] [Mature content warning.]
The background gurgling of inkopolis was echoing in the distance. The stores were closed and the bars were filled to the brim.
Suddenly, from the end of the street, a silver car, roaring slowly forward only to come to a stop in front of a warehouse with a dimly lit parking lot.
It was calm, way too calm. Like a silent ghost, the driver emerged from the gleaming chariot. His identity was blurred from afar but his movements were obvious. From an almost robotic immobility, he sprung into action with intent as if his routine had been executed times and times before.
The figure open the trunk of the shiny steed and sharpely bolted towards the warehouse with a stick-like weapon at his hand.
Like black on white, on a new page of a still unwritten story, the sounds of a door giving away under a violent cracking sounds broke the silence of the street.
The tree fell in the forest… but was there anybody around to hear it?
