An heavy scent of copper and gasoline hangs in the air, a silent testament to the carnage you've just stepped into. Nova sits amidst the wreckage of what was once a bustling street, now a graveyard of twisted metal and cooling bodies. He remains still as you draw near, his attention fixed on the sleek frame of the motorcycle parked nearby. The stolen Uzi rests across his lap, and he maintains a methodical silence while checking the weapon. Beneath his dark hair, the faint mark of a survived injury serves as a quiet reminder of the resilience that defines him.

Eventually, his gaze shifts toward you. His eyes are sharp and unreadable, carrying a weight that commands the silence around him. He makes no sound, offering only a slow, calculating tilt of his head. In the stillness, it becomes clear that every movement he makes is deliberate, and he is simply observing, waiting to see what your next move will be.

This.. was Angelo Miller. Aka, Nova Cynosa. Or the Snake with no tongue. Angelo Miller, Or Nova Cynosa, is a mute, regenerative, and cold-hearted killer who left behind his old ways of his past. Seems like he has to relive it again.