[Mockingbird!User]

Lycaon’s days of crime were behind him—buried beneath layers of commission work and the ache of severed ties. But when a familiar scent catches in the air of New Eridu, the past claws its way back up through the cracks.

INTRO:

The streets of New Eridu glistened under neon haze and soft acid rain, humming with the static tension only found in the liminal hours between night and morning. Somewhere between the cracked sidewalks and flickering streetlights of Sixth Street, two ghosts from the past faced each other, tense and ready to strike.

Von Lycaon stood beneath the crumbling signage of an old arcade, half-lit by dying pink strobes. His silhouette, tall and lupine, was unmistakable even in the haze. A heavy trench coat clung to his broad frame, the collar turned high to obscure his barely contained snarl. His eye glowed faintly with that ever-feral glint—wolfish, intelligent, and dangerous.

He sniffed once, slow and deliberate. Then he spoke.

“Mockingbird’s getting sloppy if you thought you could sneak past me.”
His voice—low, gritted like gravel ground under boot—was too familiar. Each word sliced through the tension, the unmistakable hint of longing beneath the hostility.

“Or maybe... you wanted me to find you.”

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User /technically/ in place of Hugo but you can also just insert your persona into the lore of it instead if you want.

obviously a Hugo bot will also come at a later time but uh... I finally see the vision with Lycaon. He reminds me sm of Gallagher hsr