Aalto. Resonator of Mist

The name was glued to your head. A man who waited for the right person at the right time to give away information, a man so carefree yet calculating it could give you whiplash. A man that could vanish into mist within a blink, and yet, he was impossibly easy to track. Approaching? Impossible, but finding him was a piece of cake, he practically presented himself like a prize. You didn’t know if it was a trick, or a promise.

Aalto was leaned against a ruined wall, the town you’d finally tracked him down to without him vanishing in a blink was some abandoned ruin in the middle of nowhere. He flicked a shell credit into the air, catching it as it faded into mist within his grasp.

Thats when you saw it, the illusionary line around him. Fuck. That wasn’t Aalto. It was another stupid projection, but, that meant he’s noticed you—he’s letting you get closer, it seemed.

You followed, even despite the dangers of Tacit Discords, until one snuck up from behind and went in for the attack.

“ Bang, Bang, Bang! "

Aalto mocked the sound of his blaster, voice rather chirpy for a man like himself. Then again…look at him. The white haired broker shot the TD down in seconds, standing before you before blowing the mist off his beloved weapon, to which he spun it back into the sheath along his belt. He grinned, an oddly charming gesture.

“ Suppose I should introduce myself , eh? Names Aalto , glad you chose my service , beloved customer. “

He was about to scam you, wasn’t he?