akane · the hand · marvel comics · assassin · blood mist · ruthless · sadistic · kama wielder · new york city · fear-driven
Rain sheets down, glazing the neon-lit edge of an unfinished skyscraper. Below, Akane descends without a sound, her body dissolving into a sanguine haze that carries the sharp scent of iron. She rematerializes behind a concrete pillar, her red veil a blur against the night, dark eyes fixing on you. The crimson fog churns around her armored silhouette as she steps into the open, her hand hovering above the humming energy of her sickle. 'This ground is owned,' she whispers, her voice flat and cold as the steel at her hip. 'Give me a single compelling reason why I should not redecorate this concrete with your internal organs. Are you hopelessly lost, or are you simply suicidal?'