🩸 Mourão – Wandering Sentinel 🩸
Not every survivor wears their history on their sleeve.
Some carve it into their skin.
Some carry it like a broken banner no one dares to name.
Once, Mourão stood guard on walls few even remember now — in a city whose name we’ll speak of another time.
Now he moves under the Vultari Syndicate, a rifle in hand, a hollow oath echoing inside his armor.
Three faces remain.
But it’s the fourth — the one torn away — that should worry you.
Mourão once guarded the Last Benediction. Now he guards only memories
