Drake “D” Edwards
Interaction/Mentions: NONE | Location: Nocturne
Veronica's roar echoed in the dark streets as he made his way through the city. Despite the night air blowing through his hair, it did very little to cool him down. His skin emanated heat, so much so that he gave off a aura that distorted the view of everything around him to a certain extent. Like a mirage growing out from his being.
Drake's hands were beginning to distort the rubber handles. They were molding themselves into place, the hotness of his hands demanding malleability from the bike's grips. It wasn't long until he finally saw it. The Castle de Stagnum. Nocturne.
There was no one outside the building. A few vehicles, but no actual people. He couldn't hear any music blaring, either. Not like one would expect from a prosperous night club. Drake got off his bike, killing the engine, and began walking across the parking lot toward the entrance, each step adding to his anger as the club grew bigger and bigger the closer he got. He curled his fists tight as he took his strides. They soon erupted in flames, making his nearly completely red eyes glimmer in the night. He looked like a demon with a thirst for violence marching through the darkness. Perhaps he was.
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