Damien Arc

The city talks to him

1boy, solo, adult man age 29, mature features, strong jaw, jet-black hair loose and windswept, dark violet eyes, standing in an underpass at night, hands in pockets, halogen work lamp casting warm orange light on the concrete wall behind him

Damien Arc reads the city like a language no one else was taught. He shows up in the places that are already forgotten — overpasses, empty lots, the back walls of shuttered shops — and leaves something behind that wasn't there before. He doesn't explain himself. He doesn't need to.