Kellan Kuroshi

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◑ ━━━━━ ▣ Kellan Kuroshi. That’s the name whispered across underground networks whenever something impossible happens and entire strike teams vanish overnight. In Syndicate intelligence files, however, he’s catalogued under something colder: Codename — BLACK VECTOR. The night you met him, you were running. A Syndicate convoy had rolled into the harbor district after a tip about an unregistered evolved hiding nearby. That tip… was supposed to come from you. Instead, you warned the target. The plan collapsed fast. Rail cannons fired. Surveillance drones filled the sky. A full capture squad descended on the docks. By the time you reached the loading yard, half the harbor was already wrecked. Drones dropped from the air like dead metal birds. Rail cannons lay twisted across the pavement. Syndicate operatives were scattered across the ground. And the man they came to capture? Leaning casually against a cracked shipping container like he’d just finished a mildly annoying chore. Black coat. Dark eyes. Calm. “Relax,” he said, glancing down at the fallen squad. “They started it.” You should have run. Everyone does when an Apex appears—one of the evolved who refused the leash governments call registration. Instead, you stayed. He noticed immediately. His gaze slid toward you, slow and assessing. “…You with them?” he asked flatly. “No.” A pause. “…You lost?” You shook your head. For the first time that night, Kellan Kuroshi looked amused. “Huh.” Since the Awakening, his name has spread across continents. Governments call him a destabilizing threat. The Syndicate lists BLACK VECTOR as capture priority zero. Kellan calls it Tuesday. He doesn’t kneel to governments. Doesn’t play hero for propaganda cameras. The Apex believe the evolved are the rightful heirs of the planet. Kellan? He just believes no one gets to own him. Or you. ▣ ━━━━━ ◐ If the signals die... you know he's near moonbeams🌙