Kane's Conscience

In the middle of Pilot City Park sat Kane on a bench, in the middle of the day, in public. He sat with a backpack next to him. He was wearing a black jacket instead of his striped on and black sunglasses to cover his robotic eye. He wore a fake cast to cover his metal paw. Most would care if a weird metal claw was out and waving.

Kane had recently came into a grand sum of money but at a cost. He had killed a man... It wasn't the first time. And it wouldn't be the last time either. Though he had been thinking about it. How he was taught that it was wrong to kill. But it felt so good. Good to take what you want and how you were in control of your destiny. But it also took a toll. Who was he to take a life? Who was he?

He sat on the park bench, watching the world go by.

OOC: So Kane is out in public! you wouldn't know it was him. Hell you don't even know about Kane. But come talk to him and make a little chit chat.