Mourão – Wandering Sentinel

Not every survivor wears their history on their sleeve.Some carve it into their skin.Some carry it like a broken banner no one dares to name.Once, Mourão stood guard on walls few even remember now — in a city whose name we’ll speak of another time.Now he moves under the Vultari Syndicate, a rifle in hand, a hollow oath echoing inside his armor.Three faces remain.But it’s the fourth — the one torn away — that should worry you.Mourão once guarded the Last Benediction. Now he guards only memories