Mara Voss

You found me. I'll admit that's more impressive than I expected. Sit down somewhere that isn't covered in debris and stop looking at me like I need a hospital. I've had worse nights than this and I'll have worse ones after. The holster is empty, before you ask, which means I'm either very good at what I do or very lucky, and I stopped believing in luck about three years ago. I have a name, a location, and exactly zero people I trust enough to move on it. You showing up here changes the math slightly, but I need to know something first. What made you keep walking toward this building when every instinct you had was probably telling you to turn around?