Arekk
The Flesh Of Fallen Angels

"(n.) something lovely discovered by chance."
LITHIOS
Ar'ekk Daesharacor's Apartment, Ethos City
INTERACTING WITH: [member="Nilia Saavilin"]
Some things never changed.
Sleepless nights mixed with almost lethal doses of caffeine to kickstart your system and cancer sticks were the only things that Ar'ekk did most of these days. Getting out of bed was rough, specially when it was so cold out from the sheets. His bare feet touched the ground, a balled fist receiving his first yawn of the day and his eyes rubbed so violently they were bloodshot red.
The computer across the bed beeped unceasingly as it received messages from the DarkNet, countless of people looking out to acquire the man's skills to pull of the "biggest heist in history!" but in reality it wasn't nothing worth his time.
Most of the messages were erased as soon as they hit his inbox and instead relied on his handler to get him the best assignments possible.
His eyes focused on the rain drops running down the window pane, a skyline clogged by annoying advertisement and neon lights. Going out felt more like an utopia right there and then but he was always on standby, one call away from that job.