Cyberpunk Edgerunner Dorio の小説・ストーリー

Dario was impatient, and it looked like he was going to send the man away. “I am sorry for disturbing you, Dario. I saw you from my table right there…” The man pointed at his table across the hall, but Dario didn’t seem interested. Then he sighed. “My name is Morgan, Dario. I am Morgan Perry.” He made the instruction as fast as he could, and then he extended his hand toward Dario for a handshake, but he was ignored. Dario’s countenance changed at once, and it was very obvious that he had recognized him at a glance.

I asked, looking at him. “P - P - Pete,” he stuttered, “Please, I have a family. Two kids,” he bargained. “And I’m not mother Theresa,” I pulled the trigger at him and the bullet went into his skull. I sighed and looked at Colin, who looked surprised. “Clean that up,” I said, and he nodded, quickly moving. “I have what you asked for,” Dario said, looking back at Colin. "Leave us." “He is one of us now,” I said, taking off my bloodied shoes. "Isn't that right Colin?,"

the captain demanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. Dorian stood calmly, his face once again wearing that perfect clinical mask. “You’re interrupting a critical recovery procedure, Captain. Lower your weapons.” “We heard—” “Our Sword Bearer experienced a rejection reaction to the Aegis Serum,” Dorian cut in coldly, his tone filled with authority. Then he gestured toward the broken glass on the floor. “The parasite mutation in his body made a final attempt to resist before collapsing. He lashed out, and I had no choice but to sedate him heavily to prevent him from harming himself.”

“You’re traveling with another man’s property.” His voice seemed to be like some official signal, because at that moment. We heard the sound of helicopter blades whirling in the sky. A ladder dropped and a figure descended. It was Dario. He found me, but how was that even possible But then I remembered Dario had eyes everywhere he probably saw me, but we made sure we were careful. We took routes nobody plied. “Stop looking like you’ve seen a ghost, darling,” Dario sneered as he touched down, hair perfect, rage glowing off him like a Bond villain on coke.

Ugh! I locked the phone and slowly turned my gaze towards him. This wasn’t just a mix-up, it was something else entirely….Something way above my pay grade. He stared right back, this time, his eyes flickered differently. His stare told me all I needed to confirm. He was obviously aware of whatever was happening. He didn’t even seem confused or worried like I was. Who even was this guy? Dorian Everhart. That’s what the license said. I’d never heard of him before but something about the name settled too easily in the back of my mind.

Dorian erupted with anger, his voice booming through the forest, carrying his concerns on the wind. My heart skipped a beat as I felt the waves of his emotions crashing against me. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly, wanting to calm the tempest brewing within him. "Dorian, I understand your fear, but you have to trust me. They won't harm me." His eyes blazed with a fiery mix of concern and rage, his voice tinged with desperation. "Look at them, Eden! They're like a pack of fools, hungry for blood!" "Hey! Who are you calling fools?" A hunter interjected.

Otto pov: shouts from a building behind ours woke me up. I walked to my tiny kitchen and looked out the window. Police officers were gathered around a room, as I observed. I hurriedly put on a white t-shirt and went over to see what was happening. I squeezed my muscular body through the crowd, I saw blood flowing out of the door. It was Dario's blood. He was lying dead on his bed with a thick scratch all over his body. He was still in a police uniform. I believe he perished while battling an entity that was not a person.

He looks like a man who could kill you and also quietly hold you while you cry. Backstory: Was born in a rough industrial town, Dorian was recruited young into a state-adjacent special operations cohort. He learned close protection, counter-assault doctrine, urban reconnaissance, and the art of moving unseen. After a stint that ended badly (a mission that required leaving men behind), he left the official military sphere and worked for private security firms and high-risk protection details across Europe, the Middle East, and North Africa. He took contracts that paid in silence and survival. TOP QUALIFICATION

Dario hums and then hangs up ~~~~~~ "When you said the Jet will be here I didn't think you meant a military Jet," I say folding my arms and looking over at Dario who has a cigar in one hand placed between his lips and his other hand tucked into his suit pants "Well the type of machinery you asked for on such short notice could only fit in there" he smirks staring at the enormous thing. He blows out a cloud of smoke and I roll my eyes. I continue to watch men in black gear load up the Jet with lots of boxes that seem to be filled with guns and who knows what else

Sera said senselessly as she admired the house "Albert, Albert! Albert!! Its been a while I saw you... Are things going as planned? A voice echoed round the room "Yes my Lord" Albert replied while Sera kept looking around hoping to see the person talking when suddenly a man appeared from no where making her flinch slightly "Here is the girl" He said pushing Sera towards Lord Kono Lord kono was once a member of the AVOL TERRITORY ( the immortal realm) but for some reason he was cast out and he decided to take revenge with the help of Albert.