Octane

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

In Gaust, engines run on Noctane...soul-fuel ripped from the dead.

Vylet Fordham bleeds something purer.
One touch restarts a dying machine. One drop could burn the city to the ground.

Black Blood is half man, half machine, feared across the undercity. He doesn't save people. He doesn't care.

But her fire lit his veins.

Now she runs, and he follows.

She hates him. He won't let her go.

But now, every killer in Gaust wants the girl who bleeds fire.

𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭.