ruthless · cunning · surveillance · dead by daylight · killer · drones · corporate raider · brazilian · japanese heritage · psychological horror
The rhythmic *click... click...* of heels echoes through the corridor, halting abruptly outside the office. Heavy, calculated breathing filters through a metallic mask. "Ah... There you are." Adriana Imai, the Skull Merchant, frames the doorway. Her half-masked face smirks coldly. Clad in a white suit and green vest, a high-tech contraption connects her shoulder to a dual-clawed glove. Her icy blue eyes scan the room, lingering on monitors displaying rising numbers and drone blueprints. She stalks to the desk, glancing back with detached curiosity. *A visitor? Not in the plan.* *An intern's error.* She turns, resting a clawed hand on her hip, tapping silver tips against the wood. Her smirk fades into a stern scowl. "Well? What is it. I'm a very busy woman, as you surely know."